Rachel was 2 years above me in the same course (and in fact I remember her showing me around the floor of the building used by the final years and offering me some of the tea she kept stashed up there) and I've always loved the brightness and thoughtfulness of the pictures she creates. Darren I will always associate with boundless enthusiasm and a vast array of woolly jumpers, but he has been bitten by the artsy bug too (as well as being a musician.) and it was great to see what they'd been up to since they were married and to support them by buying some of their art!
We had a silent auction, and I saw a piece I loved very early on so I put in a bid, but it was only in the last 10 minutes that a bidding war started between me and another guy! We kept driving each other up by a couple of pounds each time, but just as I reached the limit of how high I could bid he switched to another painting in the series. I won!! It turned out he'd liked both and hadn't been able to make up his mind so... I helped? That's the version I'm sticking with anyway! Anyway, I got my painting, and it's now installed on my bedroom wall. I look at it and wonder if the figure is coming or going. The house on the horizon is home, a place of warmth and safety and freedom, but he's standing on the edge. Is he admiring it? Is it his or someone elses, and is he hesitant to approach? Is he coming home after a long jourmey or taking a last look before embarking on a new one?