I’ve been a fan of Holly Farrell for over ten years. I still remember the first show of hers that I attended. Colourful still-life paintings of an old tv from the fifties, a fold out cot, an old chair, I couldn’t stop looking at them. I still don’t quite understand how Holly manages to capture such nostalgia, longing and whimsy in the painting of an everyday object. A whole world exists in each painting, full of emotion, things found and lost forever.

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