'Queen Velveteen' acrylic on linen, 80x65cm. I remember people I love in flashes. Tiny indicative movements which pulled me in. I found myself enraptured, caught. I remember them obsessively but somehow they're untouchable. Maybe this is because it is only my version of this person. A reality which exists only to me. The fiction of this reality is betrayed in the obscured gravity-less background and the realisation of the falsehood in the drops of persperation.