Hundreds of hard-edged shards in orange, teal and black, packed edge to edge with nowhere for your eye to rest. It behaves like broken glass caught mid-scatter, or camouflage that has stopped hiding anything. No focal point on purpose. Stand back and it settles...

Something is burning a long way off and you're the only one who can see it. Dense black holds the whole canvas until that red tears through low on the horizon, with a strip of acid green at the edge like the last light....

Mostly light, and all the better for it. Crayon flowers scrawled along the bottom like a kid did them, a ghost of a bandstand and a palm sketched in blue, a bruise of pink and orange bleeding down from the top. It feels like...

Red stripes running hard across black, then breaking and changing direction partway down so the two halves push against each other. The paint is dry and dragged, the edges are ragged, and up close you can see every place the brush ran out. Optical...

A big dotted head on bare white, two wide eyes, and a mouth that could be a grin or could be a scream. It's built entirely from thousands of small stamped marks, so the whole thing shivers slightly when you look at it. Childlike...

Somebody turned the music up. A jungle goes dark at sundown and the bottom half refuses to go quiet, hot red and acid green shoving up against the black with chalk scrawl all over it. The little orange sun is barely holding on. Loud,...

Something has just gone into the water. A dark still centre with rings pushing out from it in loose black strokes, getting wider apart and thinner until they run out into white. All the movement comes from repetition alone. Simple as anything, and you...

A cloaked figure standing dead centre in a halo of dots, everything else massing dark around it. Something is there, and it has been there a while, waiting for you to look up. Not frightening. Patient. Built from thousands of small marks so it...

A huge pale bloom built up in thick cream and blush, with a deep pink line looping round it and running off the bottom in long wet drips. Dark masses press in behind, and small gold flowers sit at the edges. Half of it...

Three flowers drawn in a single thick magenta line over a field of short pink, olive and cream strokes that never sits still. The drawn part and the painted part are having an argument and neither wins. Dense, warm, and slightly overwhelming up close....

Flowers painted the way you'd paint them at six, if you were six and very good at it. Fat heads of magenta, crimson and coral sitting on thin stems, a whole pink field behind them, and two dark shapes shouldering in from the left...

A big black cat (sooty) sitting dead still in front of a wall of red and pink flowers, eyes wide, absolutely not relaxed. Something happened just off canvas and it has not decided what to do yet. The paint is loose and fast everywhere...

Blossom coming down a wall in thick handfuls, pink and cream shoved on with a knife, deep green and navy cutting through it. Then the whole thing starts running, long drips pulling colour down into a soft green and pink haze at the bottom....