Painting can be cathartic. Frank and I hadn’t been getting on very well and I decided to join the Bridge Club Fun Weekend at the last minute. Molly was getting up to some disgraceful shenigans in the back seats of the coach and as it was a nice morning, I alighted at Sandra’s and walked back through the allotments. I turned into the alley behind my house to use the back gate when I saw all of Frank’s (admittedly pitiful) belongings. Our home looked so empty and Frank never came back in again, only returning later to load his stuff into his friends Transit. This watercolour was an important part of me grieving his departure.

’Ex-Boyfriend Shocks Me With His Junk In My Back Passage’ (2016)