A series of images showing my artwork in the homes of the people who have bought it.
I wanted to tell you love that happiness is found in the smallest of corners
Beautifully framed, sitting in N's Wellington kitchen.
My kind of fridge
MY KIND OF FRIDGE // Oh man this photograph, sent in by D, totally spins my wheels. Two art cards and an invitation to an exhibition, plus some mighty cool fridge magnets… // The thing that really blew me away was that when I messaged D to say how much I liked the shot she sent me, she replied: “Well, I would never chuck anything of yours out. Your words mean so much to me.” // It’s hard for me to describe what hearing something like that means to me. As an artist, you make work, you put it out into the world, and you’re never really sure if it’s good enough. Because if you’re any good as an artist, you’re always pushing yourself to be better, to get that next step closer to making artwork that means exactly what you meant it to say. And so you get kinda focussed on that. On how “good” it is artistically. // Then I get someone telling me something like this and it reminds me that aside from the artistic merit of the artwork, there is the fact that there are people in the world who are genuinely affected by my work/words. And I gotta tell you that fck it blows me away. The fact that I can sometimes have that affect on people is more important than anything. Really, making people feel something has been why I’ve done what I done for my whole career. Thanks, D. I mean it.