Holding a brush in each hand she paints, first a layer of red, dancing with a gypsy soul full of wanderlust.  Blues and greens are next, a long utensil with a sponge on it’s tip is soaking, then with high flicks Iris creates pools of colour so close that her tummy almost touches the watery paint.  Now with a different sponge and another brush she explores, finding new paths and making discoveries within the painting.  Her spirit is free and her style her own, adding touches of yellow and finally when most of the painting is dry she uses the white.  As I make a cup of tea in our kitchen come art studio I see her mix some of the colours left in the mugs.  She doesn’t use them on the paper, this is for the joy of watching the colours change and the way they swirl and move, a contented happiness fills the room from this simple pleasure.