This story has taken almost 40 years to unfold and release. The time, place and process were unplanned and spontaneous. I found myself grabbing a cheap thin edged canvas with no premeditation or aspiration.
As the work developed, the permanent gaze of my eyes became the focus, with the colours of my face flashing symbols of sadness, blame, anger and emptiness, but with small elements of warmth and hope.
There was literally scores of attempts to express my feelings around my mouth, but they all seemed wrong. Thinking back this probably reflected my inability at the time to express my feelings in words. The solution reduced to simply noting the date of the death of my first daughter, Grace – with us for a day.
This seemed to be enough.