I have been a professional artist for most of my adult life and ran a studio gallery in Folkestone for 20 years. About five years ago I started baking vegan cinnamon buns every Sunday for my children. They liked them so much they insisted I make an extra tray every week so that we could share them.
This started with friends and family but one day I gave one to a homeless person and she was so appreciative that after that, for several years, I would venture out with my children every Sunday morning handing out buns and sharing goodwill to the people on the streets.
Over time I got to know many of these people well. I thought about the idea of doing a series of portraits and chatted to one of my favourite new acquaintances called Jamie.

Jamie was willing to be my first subject but before I could paint him, he suddenly died – right next to where I live. I then learned about the shocking mortality rates of people experiencing homelessness and decided to produce a series of paintings to give these people visibility. My hope was that this might help put pressure on local services into helping them more.
I got to know each subject well, finding out about their lives. Most are dogged with health problems, both mental and physical, but all were genuinely understanding as to why I wanted to do the paintings and were happy to be subjects.

One guy lost his mother, job and flat all in the same week and with no support had a breakdown. Another came to the UK on a small boat escaping war. When I started painting them, I could see much of their lives etched into their faces, with their warmth often shining through. I learnt that they are not immune to hope.











