Breaking Through Painting

Running in the rain and racing down streets and through parks and flooded fields; the faces of strangers gliding past like ghosts and playful poets have been integral to my way of life and to my personal equilibrium since I was very young. Even though I am lucky enough to be getting older and creakier running remains a central part of my life. I remember getting home from school one day when I was 16 years old and rain was hammering down onto the concrete streets. Thunder rumbled and the hot air hinted at the storm which was enveloping the world. I quickly put on my running gear and got out into the storm. I ran at a pace, through puddles a mile and a half up the road, the warm rain soaking me through. I cut through backroads and past local farmyards and villages before cutting back across a field. As I continued onwards a huge bolt of lightning pummelled the ground less than a hundred yards in front of me. Laughing I sped up to a sprint and...