I arrived in Barcelona the night before starting art school. I knew no-one, spoke no Spanish and only had a place to stay for a week. Three months later I had to drag myself away, catching the last flight out with only hours to spare on my visa.
Barcelona is my heart. It is a beautiful mix of contradictions you only understand once you've lived there.
Here, I gave myself the freedom to fail / to live creatively. That sounds wonderfully simple, but in practice it was messy, uplifting and desperately frustrating. As my meditation, I created a series of large-scale, white on black paintings. The Barcelona scarves are based on the first painting in this series.