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. The palette here, deep reds, sage greens, burnt oranges, soft pinks, to me feels like rockpools and sunsets and the inside of a shell held up to the light. Excuse me while I kiss the sky! Because I reckon that's what freedom feels like when you remember it.

