Part of a collection of works in different colourways, each an abstract self-portrait, each a love letter to the girl who didn't need a reason to pick up something beautiful. This one reminds me of deep water, inky navy blues and rich teals swirled with blush pink and burnt sienna, like the treasures that wash up from further out. There's a pull to it, a current. The colours of a rock pool at dusk when everything turns sapphire and copper and you lose track of time completely. That beautiful aimless drifting where you're nowhere and everywhere at once.


