People visiting my flat will know I have always taken a keen interest in art. I have collected it from my travels all around the world. I am off work, unable to walk properly and about to lose my job.
One of the lowest moments I have known for years. Mentally, I am exhausted but my faith in Jesus is alive and keeping me fighting when others would have given up.
I hear God tell me He wants me to start painting. I told Him I had never drawn in my life. He retorted – I want you to paint and paint with excellence too.
So I got some paper, put some music on and just moved my pencil to the music. I enjoyed connecting the music and rhythm to the paper. After a few days of this my first feeble drawings emerged. I decided to enroll on some courses and my adventures with art had begun. Here are some of my early efforts. Not much but I thoroughly enjoyed the new direction and it helped to lift my depression.
I made this tryptic in response to the slaughter of christians by Isis my first “political” work using old sweet tins and floorboards as a support.