Unlike many of us, Felix is not afraid to begin. He pounces towards the canvas in total engagement, and colours begin to build. In a composition of stripes, smears and dapples, Felix arranges fields of paint into blooming bodies of colour and light. This practice pairs with a meditative focus, compiling and composing marks until he decides it’s time to stop.

Felix engages in the art purely for himself. “It’s very interesting to live with someone who doesn’t think something should be anything other than it is,” Paul, Felix’s father, muses.