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Trigger Warning: I talk about Miscarriage below

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In March 2020, just as the UK was going into lockdown, I had just come out of 3 months in bed having had my ankle reconstructed.  After waiting years to add another little one to our family of three, we started trying for a sibling for my daughter.  Success happened quickly, followed by those dreaded words 'I can't see a heartbeat'. And alone in a hospital bed I had the most traumatic experience, ending in emergency surgery and leaving me with horrific PTSD flashbacks.  Looking up to the sky would be my trigger, so I spent months of my life doing everything I could to look down.

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During some of my darkest days I really didn't know how to put one foot in front of another.  One day I was drawn outside for a walk and came across this amazing pebble lodged in a tree at eye height.  It said 'be happy' and I realised that I could be happy again.  In that moment I lay under this tree.  I started to see colour again.  And just Breathe...

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Coming back into the studio, the only way I could describe what had just happened was to paint what I had seen laying under the tree.  Instead of getting out my yellow ochre paint as a ground for the painting, I reached for my fluorescent pink paint and the rest is history.   Eighteen months later, with three miscarriages behind me and untold grief and anger, I also have a forest of these beautiful trees which bring me so much comfort and in a strange way, keep the babies I've lost nearby.

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You can currently purchase Fine Art prints of some of these trees through my shop.  Plans are afoot to start selling some of these originals too - so watch this space and sign up to my mailing list to be the first to hear.