As I grew older, I slowly began to drift down the hill from my school to St. Pauls, and as a creative person, it sparked my neurons. Houses were painted brighter colours, music was played louder, food smelt and tasted better, people laughed a lot and partied. It was a hell of an awakening.
I’ve made 20 paintings in the past few months. Exhausted, but I’m enjoying a new style – something closer to my 1980s Bristol roots. At the moment the majority of works are for sale through an arts publishing house (Creative Fine Arts), but I have also made one special one in a slightly different style (“Look… Continue reading Caz Art