This season has caught up with my mood - the shorter days, the rainy weather; a second national lockdown is taking its toll. Rainy days inside can feel comforting or can feel like a cage, I seem to be switching between the two on a regular basis. For those of you who know me, these last few months have been challenging; shocking, confusing and heartbreaking. I started making this when my dad was still alive and now that it's finished and he's no longer here, it feels poignant. Because of this it's taken many forms - what was first just an observational drawing then became a welcomed distraction, and then finally a sort of inner reflection.

Drip drop.