I want viewers to find my paintings beautiful, amusing and perhaps a little sinister… A few years ago I had a studio mouse. Some morning I’d arrive to find little vermillion footprints all over the place. He seemed to like exploring my painting table. One day I came in and found him dead, floating in my bottle of linseed oil, he must’ve knocked the lid off and somehow squeezed himself down through the neck. It’s such a terrible way to die. I was horrified, but all the same, I kept the bottle with me ever since and eventually painted him. He reminds me of the fruit suspended in my jellies. In Fruitification my big jelly, the huge, distorted blueberries seemed so sinister when I was painting them, dark strange shapes appearing and disappearing, hanging there, airless.