Feels Like Christmas
120 x 120 cm
Acrylic on canvas
Growing up, to find one of these Christmas beetles among the less colourful beige beetles, was like finding an emerald jewel. I have such fond memories of those summers, when you couldn't have the lights on at night because of the millions of beetles, desperate to get to the glow, piled up at the door. When I talk about them I immediately feel their scratchy legs burrowing in between our fingers and our squeals of delight.
120 x 120 cm
Acrylic on canvas
Growing up, to find one of these Christmas beetles among the less colourful beige beetles, was like finding an emerald jewel. I have such fond memories of those summers, when you couldn't have the lights on at night because of the millions of beetles, desperate to get to the glow, piled up at the door. When I talk about them I immediately feel their scratchy legs burrowing in between our fingers and our squeals of delight.
120 x 120 cm
Acrylic on canvas
Growing up, to find one of these Christmas beetles among the less colourful beige beetles, was like finding an emerald jewel. I have such fond memories of those summers, when you couldn't have the lights on at night because of the millions of beetles, desperate to get to the glow, piled up at the door. When I talk about them I immediately feel their scratchy legs burrowing in between our fingers and our squeals of delight.