Suddenly six years ago, at a time when I was trying to heal a broken heart I decided – well maybe I’ll paint. When your heart is in love, you’re floating weightless. But when you lose that love you have to re-enter the atmosphere and it can get pretty rough. You’re just bouncing off one molecule and on to the next, ripping through them at such a pace that they just ignite and explode.
Until you find another heart that’s doing the same thing, that has landed and cooled and then you start to float again.