I bumped into a neighbour who was recounting to me his amazing visit to India, and I was itching to paint something inspired by his stories so I made these tiny paintings in Brusho.
I am very much planted in Blighty, I don’t envy the airport theatre and hellish sardine sky travel. We have plenty of big orange cats here and if I want to be death rolled there’s plenty of sausage dogs who would take great pleasure in nipping and spinning my ankles until bloody. There’s parallels everywhere, who needs to travel?!
