100+ years
in the making

As a child, when I slept at my paternal grandparents, the room my brother and I slept in was used by my grandfather to house his oil paints, easels and accoutrements . I drifted off to the sweet smell of linseed oil and drying oil paintings. When he first let me loose on oils it was a paint-by-numbers kit (or maybe he just told me they were oils…) before he passed on his own brushes, paints and magical potions, some of which I still have -and sparingly use- today.

Since then I indulged in the holy trinity of oil, linseed and white spirit as often as possible- through art school and then my professional career. Today I use my painting to vent and record the moments in life, time and space. Each collection documents a period in time, recording the highs and lows of every day life, lived in the spaces of home-life, studio and my work in the city as an advertising creative.

I dedicate all paintings to my family- and especially my grandfather, Stanley Lefley- born 1914.