Scenes from a life: the artist in her red beret, a phoenix risen from the ashes and surrounded by strange planets and indecipherable signs. The artist at the bottom of the stairs after a fall – the cat watches her while angular abstracts climb the wall and a cup of tea grows cold on the carpet. The artist naked except for a hat. Daughter Jacqui in a wedding veil, and another wearing fishnets, heels and a corset. The artist, or perhaps her daughter again, in tears. And here’s Jacqui dressed like her mother, looking ill and lazing on a platform in a wintry garden with bare trees. She’s wreathed in light. A big-eyed child holding an unhappy-seeming doll who looks more real than the child. A smiling vicar called David; a village hunting scene; a hospital ward; a city beach scene; somewhere in America.
