I paint as an explorer going on an adventure. I disappear into the unknown and dig for what will unravel and reveal itself: new shapes, new images, new ways of moving paint. Scraping, scratching, wiping, adding, subtracting. Inviting drips, stains, layering, accidents.
In addition to painting, I play a lot of sport football, running, cycleing and I also play the guitar and write songs. I usually paint on a large scale and love the freedom it brings. I paint because I love the tactile, sensual aspects: tearing, ripping, paper, paint, collage, glue. I love movement. I crave the space for spontaneous gestures, for paint to swirl, and colours to collide. Grey, yellow, orange, magenta, violet, indigo etc.
Sometimes this process happens magically, as if by accident. Sometimes it takes months of moving, playing, changing and editing before the total rhythm of the painting finds the resonance I seek, the moment of yes.
I thrive making order out of chaos. I love taking the irrational world of my emotions, hopes, fears, dreams, desires and idiosyncrasies and sculpting and re-arranging them in myriad ways until order is found. And paradoxically in this process my mind becomes still. I open myself up to something much bigger than myself. Decisions make themselves. Time melts away and I journey into an expansive universe. I enter a world of space and matter, building up my images with color and texture.