The little story of a little watercolour.
The first time I went to Loftus was in 2008, to take paintings to Wold Pottery new gallery. I liked Loftus, and later painted this watercolour which was exhibited in that gallery, but it didn’t sell and came back to me.
3 years later I moved to Loftus and settled in my little house.
Last month the Post Office closed.
Last week someone remembered that painting and wanted it.
And I found it.

I don’t throw away or burn my work if it doesn’t sell. Every painting takes me hours or months, sometimes years, and has something of me within it. And sometimes many years can pass before the right person comes along…
Artists live in hope.

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