27/04/2026
It’s strange, putting a painting up for sale.
Letting them go feels a little like releasing pieces of my own story out into the world.
Like trusting that something deeply personal might find a place in someone else’s life.
I want them to be loved, to be lived with, to become part of someone else’s quiet moments.
But that doesn’t make it easy.
Every painting carries something I can’t remake exactly the same way again.
And when it leaves, it takes that version of me with it. This one took 5 years for me to be ready to let it go, I just needed to be with it. However knowing that when I do let a painting go like this one 'Jerusalem' it ends up where it's meant to be it's what it's all about. And thank you to it's patient owners who waited so long for me to be ready to let it go:)
