Youngest Child, aged four weeks

Family. Portraiture. Feeling old.

When Youngest Child was born, I was besotted. Well, you are supposed to be, aren’t you… millions of years of genetic evolution give you little choice in the matter… but it helped that Youngest Child was clearly one of the loveliest people to ever have existed (I may be biased on this point).

So, I did this painting of them… and I have always loved it… it is the only painting I have ever done that I liked enough to hang it in my home.

Youngest child is barely a child any more… which makes me feel incredibly old… they remain one of the loveliest people to walk the Earth (again, I may be biased) but they have developed an incredibly sarcastic streak of late, which I suspect comes from the maternal side of their genetics.