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...

Push through the dark and the whole garden is going off. Wildflowers everywhere, yellow and white and hot pink flung across deep green that's nearly black, grasses scribbled in like the place won't sit still. A pond catches a little pink light at the...

Weather coming over the ridge and nobody around to see it. Dark green hills, a slope gone acid bright where the sun lands, mist dragging pink across the top, and red tearing through the valley like the whole thing is running a temperature. The...

A forest that happens to be underwater and happens to be neon. Soft corals stacked branch on branch, hot coral red against sage and a blue that goes almost black at the top. There's no gap anywhere, no rest, just more of it in...

A blue fish shape filling the whole canvas, cut clean out of white, tail swung to one side like it just changed direction. No eye, no scales, no water. Ultramarine doing the work again, and the shape sitting somewhere between a real thing and...

Gorgeous water, and a title that makes you start looking for a body. Coral pink and mint break across deep blue, the surface busy enough to hide anything under it. Nothing has happened. Something has definitely happened. Whichever you decide, you'll keep staring at...

An oval split down the middle by a thin channel of black, so the two halves lean apart without quite separating. One side is fuller than the other. That small asymmetry is the whole painting, and it's what keeps your eye moving instead of...

A blue seaweed form opening upward out of cream, fingers spreading and running off the edges. Deep ultramarine against nothing else, so the shape has to carry it, and it does. Reads as coral, or a hand, or a leaf, depending on the day....

Every civilised room keeps a small fire going and pretends it is decoration. This is that fire, in amber glass, on a shelf, behaving itself. It smells good and it holds its tongue, right up until you need it not to. Light it when...

You have thought about it for months and it took nine seconds. No note, no explanation, no going back the way you came. Light it and stay on this side.

A black dome sitting on the bottom edge, rising almost to the top, with a thin band of cream holding it in. It reads as a hill, or a bell, or the top of something enormous coming up out of the ground. Whatever you...

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....

An hourglass with nothing left to measure. Two amber lobes meeting at a waist so thin it should have snapped, sitting in a deep oxblood dark that swallows the edges. No detail, no story, just a shape holding its ground. Sits somewhere between furniture...

You came out the other side. A field of red running all the way to the horizon, a pale track curving through it, and one dark blue blot sitting up in the sky refusing to leave. The worst is behind you and the evidence...

A garden that doesn't switch off at dusk. Pink heads open wide against deep blue, each one holding a scarlet coal at the centre, and the whole field seems lit from inside rather than from above. The dark at the top only makes them...

Nothing is wrong. The house is not on fire, the emails are answered, the plates are spinning beautifully. Light this and let the room agree with you. Vanilla, warm and reassuring, the smell of a Sunday where nothing needs doing. Hold that thought as...

Somewhere safe, and it took a whole underwater forest to make it. Green fronds stand like columns, light comes down in pale shafts through the blue, and a scatter of small red fish drift near the floor where nothing can reach them. Calm without...

One black shape on warm cream, filling almost the whole canvas, and it holds a room better than anything with more going on. The edge is hand-drawn rather than perfect, swelling and pinching as it comes down. Nothing to read, nothing to decode. Just...

Blue paint dragged straight across her face, and she's still looking right at you through it. Both eyes left uncovered on purpose. A smear on the mouth, three long runs down the throat, and behind all of it a sky and clouds painted with...

That moment from the plane window when the water goes clear and you can see the bottom. Coral scatters red across turquoise and two dark shapes sit in it, and you take them for islands until you notice they are moving. Reef sharks. You...

Two reef sharks cruising over red coral, seen straight down through water clear enough to show the bottom. Painted flat and from above, so the whole thing reads as shape and colour before you work out what you are looking at. Sharks on the...

Bare navy branches rising out of grey water into a haze of red and pink that fades to almost nothing at the top. It reads as blossom, or as the last of the light, and it never quite resolves into either. Delicate without being...

You can hear it before you see it. Everything here is loose, the palm scratched in wine red, the ground burnt orange, paint flicked across the sky like somebody knocked a drink over. The water keeps rolling in and nobody's watching it. Summer with...

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....

Somebody painted a face beautifully and then drew all over it. A classical portrait, head tipped back, mouth open, and across the top a crude pink scrawl with the paint still running down her chest. Vandalism and tenderness at the same time. It's the...

The daydream you have at 3pm on a Tuesday. A white palm dragged across a pale empty ground, a few bands of yellow and orange where the beach should be, and enough space left over that your mind fills the rest in. It isn't...

A second face drawn straight over the first, and it doesn't line up. One pink outline sits high and wide of where she actually is, with its own crude eyes and a nose running down her cheek. Underneath, the real portrait is exquisite, soft...

A single white line loops across the dark and lands as a face, floating just clear of the real one. She's pale and slightly blue, looking off to the side, not remotely aware of it. Almost nothing happens here and it's the most haunting...

Summer at full volume. Pink daisies and red poppies scattered right across a deep blue tangle, yellow heads punching through, and not one square inch left empty. No horizon, no sky, nothing to look past. Just the meadow, right up close, the way it...

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,...

A figure with no face at all, dressed for a funeral or a robbery, sitting on a bench that is still wet and working through a blue ice block. Nothing about it should be funny. Then you notice the mint green sneakers. Whatever he...