When I was younger (18-22), I saw images in my head as I walked along, they translated on to paper or board with ink pattern or or oil pastels. Looking back now they were a mix of presumptious and preposterous.
But about three years ago I was filled with feelings of loss, rage, anger and resentment; a vision appeared in my mind's eye as if it were the embodiment of my emotions. I simply had to paint this image on to canvas. It still represents to me all that burns wildly against the walls of apathy, the razor wires of bureaucratic ineptitude and injustices that are allowed to spread like a cancer through this land.
