After the warm afternoon light shifts, the living room suddenly has a pulse. Cream leaves drift across blocks of near-black, rust orange and teal-grey, so the wall stops being flat and starts holding your eye. Hang it where the room already has a bit of weight above a sofa, behind a reading chair, or on a chimney breast with nothing else competing. It sits happily with dark wood, aged leather, wool and brass, and it lifts chalky off-white or deep teal walls. Don’t crowd it with small busy prints or thin gold ornament; this piece wants breathing room and a bit of scale. As a canvas the thick brushwork reads as a real painting on the wall.