This is an acrylic on canvas painting of a short story I wrote based on a vague memory. The memory was of a carnival in Swansea when I was 5. In these paintings I tried to create a dream world in which reality and memory merge. The direction the piece moves in is suggestive of the crowds of red. And the face at the bottom my face in awe.
Keeping to the dream like theme, this landscape painting is representative of myself and my cousin on a day at the beach. Again nothing in the painting is fact, only loosely based on a vague but fond memory of mine. The peer in the background is symbolic of the mumbles in swansea, and the shapes in the sky represent clouds and ships passing.
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