I like this little monoprint that emerged last week:
It reminds me of my own childhood, and of some of the stories I enjoyed. It also makes me think that we are all child and adult simultaneously, all our lives. The adult I am now was present in my childhood self, and the child I was then is still with me as an adult.
I put this character – I am calling her Alice, in honour of the archetypal female adventurer of Lewis Carroll – in one of my sketchy paintings: