'Why, what's the matter,
that you have such a February face,
so full of frost, of storm and cloudiness?'
-William Shakespeare, Much Ado About Nothing
In the first instance, my paintings reflect my love of light on form, and then, like a chameleon, they cloak themselves in the events of my everyday life and take on a new persona. This piece is no different and at the moment there are terrible dark clouds on the horizon this little red boat has to face and ultimately weather.