She despised that bow.
Too tight. Too big.
Too much for a day she didn’t ask for.
They told her to smile,
but she was busy watching the light shift on the wall,
thinking about the biscuits she wasn't allowed to touch
until after the picture.
My practice mediates between photography and painting. Female narratives develop while the time is being recycled over.
Watercolour, watercolour pencil
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£220
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She despised that bow.
Too tight. Too big.
Too much for a day she didn’t ask for.
They told her to smile,
but she was busy watching the light shift on the wall,
thinking about the biscuits she wasn't allowed to touch
until after the picture.
My practice mediates between photography and painting. Female narratives develop while the time is being recycled over.
Watercolour, watercolour pencil
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