Julie loves being in her studio.
It makes her high.
The paint, the turps, the drips, the tears, the good, the bad and the down right disastrous.
It doesn't matter in there.
This is her space.
Julie can't throw anything away. She reuses old canvas and board. Julie revisits them months later, playing with texture, splashing on contrasting colour, recalling converstations. We are like strangers then, my paintings and her. We have to learn to trust each other again. Take it slowly. Sometimes we say Goodbye, but it's never forever.