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...

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....

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...

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...

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...

One cut-out leaf in cream, reaching most of the way across black. The lobes are uneven, the stem runs off the bottom edge, and none of it is symmetrical, which is exactly why it feels alive rather than designed. Scissors energy, done in paint....

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 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...

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...

One flower, three fat petals, pink against a green so deep it hums. That's it. No shading, no fuss, edges cut clean like paper. It's cheerful in a way that doesn't apologise, and the colour pairing does something slightly hallucinatory to your eyes if...

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...

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....

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 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...

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...

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...