Moments in time and the mind
Thinking about my work takes me down a road that is never ending…
My paintings are about a final cry before the end. What a man would want to say on his death bed. A confession to only himself, speaking in an innate hidden language that he doesn’t totally understand. I work as if I’m leaving behind something. Feeling it stops you dead in your tracks. Moods of doubt and ecstasy, insidious, seductive without sentimentality, urethral, seeing more as you gaze. it’s never the same, imagination is inspired, the self becomes...more
