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Children believe in superheroes. They believe that good guys and bad guys exist and that you can tell them apart by the uniforms they wear and the crowd they hang out with. Good guys always win and bad guys always lose. To the watchers, they seem so frail and fragile, acting out a lost time in our own lives that can never be regained. A forgotten stage when we believed in ‘good’ and ‘right’, when all you needed to make the darkness fade was to turn on the light.
The transition from fabric to paper seems a natural one for me. I spent my childhood watching the women around me sew incredible things. From watching a quilt being constructed and stitched to seeing my magical Aunt Mary sew a complete cow costume with no pattern or template, I learned early on that sewing was a way to create something out of nothing. One day when I had run out of fabric, I began to sew atop some paintings and a whole new medium unfolded for me.
Watercolour is a relatively new medium for me. I am impressed by its versatility and lack of forgiveness. Painting with watercolour is a bit like trying to cook - with that stern auntie looking over your shoulder tut tutting all the way. It is frustrating and difficult, but when you get it right the smile of approval from your imaginary watercolour auntie is worth all the time and effort you put in.