I have always loved vases since Picasso and then Morandi introduced them to me as ways of speaking of the otherness of things. A vase in a painting is never only a vase. It can be an entrance, an opulence, a brittleness and always something else as well as a vase. For me ‘Vase’ came into my life as I looked out from the balcony of my flat in Stroud and wondered whether I would ever be freed of my internal demons. Vase came to me as a promise of otherness.
Oil and mixed media on canvas, 500 x 500 mm