The Last Supper is a deeply personal piece about the togetherness of my family, in the south of Portugal shortly before they died, at their home. They were all huge characters and storytellers and we would always sit at a long table outside at the back of the house, people constantly passing in and out. At any one time on a Monday night, there could be 30 people gathered. The art of storytelling was key and I learnt so much from observing and the sensory power of cooking, gesture, dancing, Marlboro Reds and medronho will be forever in my bones. When I lost them all from 2011-2016, I lost myself and painting and working through my practice has been my way back to them, and myself.