Last year I went to visit my dad, who now lives in Melbourne, Australia. The National Gallery there was full of the most incredible art (in the aboriginal section at least). I was utterly inspired. Having struggled for weeks to find a wedding present for my dad, I decided i'd paint one. I can't paint. But I found an art form I could use without knowing how to paint. My 'art' was born. I painted a possom that we'd had in our attic the week before. I put lots of meaning and imagery into it and just kept making little dots. It's all about the dots...
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