Almost nothing, and it holds the wall anyway. A landform drawn in pale blue pencil across cream, a few pink lines where a horizon might go, one bruise of blue and hot pink low down. Everything is about to happen and none of it...

Something's off and it takes a second to land. A face half swallowed by wet yellow paint, two lopsided eyes and a little downturned mouth scrawled on top, and underneath it a real woman who hasn't stopped looking at you. Funny at a glance....

Someone has slapped a yellow face over an old master portrait, two crude eyes and a flat little mouth, and left the paint running down her chin. That nose was already doing plenty before anyone interfered. She was serious once. Now she is ridiculous...

Her eyes are gone and she's still winning. Head tipped back, mouth open, throat exposed, and a hot pink scribble struck clean across where she'd be looking at you from. Two long runs bleed down her neck and chest. Gorgeous, arrogant, and slightly dangerous....

Head tipped back, throat exposed, and a hot pink scrawl struck clean across where her eyes should be. She cannot see you and she is still winning. On the back of your phone, face down on a table, refusing to be looked at properly.

Her eyes are gone and she's still winning. Head tipped back, mouth open, throat exposed, and a hot pink scribble struck clean across where she'd be looking at you from. Two long runs bleed down her neck and chest. Gorgeous, arrogant, and slightly dangerous....

A skull in a good suit against beaten gold, painted like a portrait of someone important. The jacket is red and blue and half finished, there's a spray of yellow down one arm, and the whole thing sits somewhere between reverence and a joke....

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...

Orange and teal splintered across black, the moment after something gives way, held still. It looks like the thing you are trying to avoid, printed on the thing that prevents it. Carry the accident and skip the accident.

Two heads bobbing in all that light, and under them the floor just falls away. They're not far out. It only feels like the edge of the world. The sun turns the surface to coral while the dark below stays dark, and you remember...

That last hour of light does something to people. The sun drops low and orange, and everyone walking home turns into a silhouette a mile long. Strangers, couples, a dog off the lead. You don't know a single one of them and you feel...

A single vessel in warm cream, filling the canvas against flat black. No pattern, no glaze, no shadow. Just a shape that has been made a thousand times for a thousand years, drawn once, very slowly. There is something almost human in the way...

A pale bloom worked up in thick pink and cream against a deep navy mass, with a crimson line looping out of it and running down the canvas in long thin drips. Below, almost nothing, just faint pencil marks on grey. Half of it...

Light coming down through deep green water in long coral-pink shafts, weed hanging in columns either side, and a scatter of small red fish moving through the lower right. Everything is soft except them. It's the closest thing here to being underwater with your...

Nobody arranged this and it still looks arranged. Anemones packed shoulder to shoulder, coral pink against teal against a blue so deep it hums, every one of them fanned wide open and feeding. Look long enough and the flowers turn back into animals. Colour...

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...

Folded down to the floor, all in shadow, with a thin red edge running along the shin and the fingers like the light is only just catching him. Whatever happened, it's over, and he's still here. Enormous restraint in it, and a lot of...

Folded down to the floor, all in shadow, with a thin red edge running along the shin and the fingers like the light is only just catching him. Whatever happened, it's over, and he's still here. Enormous restraint in it, and a lot of...

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....

A cream form spreading right across black, swelling and pinching as it goes, running off all four edges. Nothing is repeated and nothing is symmetrical, yet every curve answers the one before it. Biomorphic, restless, and completely resolved. The most confident shape in the...

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 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...

One enormous blue form filling almost the whole canvas, hand-drawn so the edge swells and dips and never settles into a circle. Nothing else. The colour does all the work, that deep ultramarine that reads as both flat and infinitely deep depending how long...

One eye, wide open, standing in for the sun because the sun does not blink and neither does this. Black background, loud enough for the beach, and it is watching everyone who is not wearing sunscreen.

Two enormous eyes on bare white, built entirely from black dots, wide open and looking straight out. The lashes run down past the lower lid like they are dripping. Halftone comic-book language done by hand, so the dots wobble and the whole thing breathes....

A pale swell of cream and lilac pushing up through the middle, with deep crimson and near-black closing in from both sides and a warm pink sky above. Everything is laid on thick and wet, sweeping rather than described. Could be surf, could be...

Two black jackals sitting either side of a laden table, facing each other, absolutely still. Between them a gold sun, palms, and every fruit you can think of piled into bowls. Hot pink and orange throughout, with patterned bands running across like a tomb...

A pond doing its best Monet, pink light on the water and lilies everywhere, and nearly every person has their head down in a phone. The title is a joke and it isn't. It's gorgeous and a little damning, and you'll catch yourself in...

A black beast covered in blue dashes standing side-on in a field of yellow flowers, each one with a red eye at its centre. Red tongue out, one white moon behind its ear, blue sky, green ground. Everything is pattern and everything is watching....

Three long-nosed creatures with single horns, two black and dotted blue, one blue and covered in red rings, moving through a yellow field of lollipop flowers. Purple sky, striped urns along the top. Every surface is patterned and nothing is still. Folk-art logic at...

Two black horses standing dead still in a field that will not stop moving. Red suns, yellow dots, purple running underneath, all of it vibrating around those calm dark shapes. Whoever set this trap did it in colour. Give it a plain wall and...