I am a Stranger in my Own Life

This is the birthplace of my invented people, as I commenced the part time B.A. in Fine Art.  ‘My people’ came to life of their own accord. Emotional damage is often hidden beneath and those who came to inhabit my twilight world exhibited a degree of bad behaviour but also an honesty and vulnerability.  Here lies betrayal, jealousy, lust and anger, played out spontaneously as I put charcoal and pencil to paper.  This body of work reflects a disintegrating relationship and has been my way to express the frustrations, anger and pain of a failed marriage. The pain and anxiety of my long drawn out divorce fuelled expression through a series of huge, violent drawings and savage collages.