There’s no doubt about it, I hate my voice. When I was younger, as a form of speech therapy, my voice would be recorded and played back to me. This was torture and shock rolled into one, as I didn’t hear myself the same way someone else would. Even to this day, I don’t hear the awful, muffled, distressed & harsh mess that you have to listen to; instead I hear a slow, but ‘normal’ voice…will the two ever blend?

Dimensions: 80x80cm

Medium: Acrylic on Cotton Canvas