Everything seems to have a place.
It all fits together perfectly.
It has pattern and order and purpose.
But sometimes, despite your best efforts, things unravel.
The ends fray.
Stuff becomes unstuck.
You lose track of the delicate interplay of all those nameless ‘bits’.
The next thing you know, it’s falling apart.
Flying in in the breeze.
And it will never be the same again.
But it feels… free.
The acrylic on canvas version (small child not included)