I paint from remembered landscapes that I carry with me. I don’t wish to reproduce what I see in front of me, merely to try and paint how I feel about a world that inhabits me.
Their inceptions are never clear nor planned but start life like unarticulated words that hang between the said and the unspoken.
Design is sought in moments of uncertainty, building upon marks that appear from the canvas, brought about by fragments of colour, smells and memories. I have learnt over time to find solace in the confusion and frustration, which at times feels like wearing shoes that slightly pinch but, knowing, trusting that in this flux images will appear without warning or great fanfare; like an pair of lost jeans, the sight of which brings shy comfort.
Rainer Maria Rilke
My eyes already touch the sunny hill.
going far ahead of the road I have begun.
So we are grasped by what we cannot grasp; it has inner light, even from a distance- and charges us, even if we do not reach it, into something else, which, hardly sensing it, we already are; a gesture waves us on answering our own wave.
but what we feel is the wind in our faces.