60 × 76cm

Acrylic and Oil on Polycotton Canvas

Framed in White

Arms are aching, face all red and feeling the fatigue setting in, the type of fatigue that helps you sink a few extra centimetres into the bed. Walking back always feels different, no fear of missing out, no worrying about crowds, less pent up energy. All the feelings, however strong they are, leading into one of these surfs, so often translate quite directly into an equal level of contentment.