SOMEWHERE ELSE,  July 2025

My daughter's friend is often at our house and always agrees to be painted - but it's rare there's time to get the paints out. This was a summer dusk, and I asked Rosh what colour she would like to be painted on. The violet she chose makes the painting. It pushes her forward into the light.
She sits cross-legged, eyes downcast, one hand raised to her throat holding something small and blue, keeping it to herself. The last of the evening sun catches her face in warm ochres and terracottas, the purple shadows cooling everything it doesn't reach. Her hair falls in long dark curls, dissolving at the edges back into the ground.

Acrylic on Stone Paper, 21 × 29 cm