My current work explores ideas of truth and distortion of memory. My images are derived from photographic documentation of events that are both personal yet ubiquitous. I focus on imagery which suggests a narrative, such as the open door, the empty room and the mirror, as well as looking for pattern, colour and repetition. The resulting painted images are not replicas of the photos; each is distorted and exaggerated in order to enhance a specific mood, feeling or interpretation of the scene. The differing scale of the paintings also addresses interpretation of memory - is a small painting more personal and private, is a large painting something to be shared? With this body of work I am asking: what is the truth? Is my memory the truth, or is the act of recreating a truth in itself?