Painting is not for me either decorative amusement, or the plastic invention of felt reality; it must be every time: invention, discovery, revelation.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Painting is a coalescing of experience.
Painting is, I think, inevitably an archaic activity and one that depends on spiritual values.
Painting keeps me occupied in those moments when travel can be aimless and even disorienting. Mainly it is a way to register at least some of the new impressions of a foreign place, when its thrilling barrage can sometimes overwhelm you.
I've always loved painting, although I never show anyone what I've done. Mainly because I don't do it well. But it's like a form of visual diary for me. A way of fixing things in my mind.
Our experience of any painting is always the latest line in a long conversation we've been having with painting. There's no way of looking at art as though you hadn't seen art before.
I slowly dismantled the act of painting, to consider the possibility that no-thing ever really transcends its immediate environment.
My paintings are not about what is seen. They are about what is known forever in the mind.
Painting is the passage from the chaos of the emotions to the order of the possible.
See, when I paint, it is an experience that, at its best, is transcending reality.
Painting, for me, is a dynamic balance and wholeness of life; it is mysterious and transcending, yet solid and real.