Artists Statement:
I am a painter. I both need and honour the uncontrolled freedom painting gives me.
I paint for it is the language with which I can express the myriad of emotions I feel. In my work I fuse these emotions with what I have witnessed in life and what I bear witness to today. To make a choice to paint, if there is a question of even having a choice, takes one down a road that can be both intractable and joyous. I live for those blissful moments, other-worldly moments really, when colour, form and emotion unite within me, almost seamlessly. It is at these moments in this painter’s life, when an event occurs where I no longer feel in charge of my brush.
My canvas shows the things I see whether such things be youth, death, melancholy, ecstasy or lethargy. For subjects, I see plants and the planet; the beautiful and the ugly. I see stardust.
This notion of stardust drives me to create in my needed solitary moments. This idea that we and everything is simply stardust, or put simply, pieces of matter come together is the basis for much of my work. This has always been a wonderful and inspiring thought to me because out of sheer bloody fortune matter made me and I am here. I could never hope to paint such a concept. What I can do, however, is paint honestly and passionately with the emotion that is visited upon me. It is in doing this where I find myself existing in that crack between reality and that which we consider unreality. Somewhere in there is where I want to be with a sack of paints and a brush.
The resulting work from my time in my “painter’s place” may be a confession of my youthful and not so youthful insecurities, or the viewer may see jollity, love and anger. Yes, there lives anger too, for no man or woman is a saint in a world that can challenge our efforts and skew our plans.
Still, I know that I do not wish to hand out explanations like I am explaining the inner workings of a steam engine. Whatever one feels when looking at my work is sacred and important to them and is not a matter for me to consider. I do not need to read the notes of a favourite musician’s composition to be moved. I assume they have gone to “their place” deep inside. I need only listen and be touched.
If nothing else then, when washing the paint from my hands at the end of the day, I hope the viewer sees boldness for my painter’s voice wants to scream “Hope!” Hope underlies all things. In moments of grief and sadness or challenge or fatigue there is always hope.
Exhibited:
The National Portrait Gallery, London.
The New Academy Gallery, London.
The Curwen Gallery, London.
Aberdeen Art Gallery, Aberdeen.
The Royal West of England Academy, Bristol.
The Camden Arts Centre, London.
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