What Is My Work About?

Sometimes I don’t believe my paintings mean anything…or perhaps its that they don’t consistently hold any particular meaning over time. If the meaning was translatable, clear or stable, I wouldn’t be making paintings, I would probably be writing essays.

But then why paint at all?

Painting is a “need, a desire, a drive” (Deborah Dancy)

As I’ve thought more about this, I recognise that my practice does have meaning. But that meaning is neither linear nor easily encapsulated in words.

For me, painting is really about space.

Space as a container for play, for thought, for mood and for exploration and joy. For being myself without strictures or social niceties. But perhaps it’s also a fight for resonance, for something bound in the everyday that is also beyond the everyday.

Painting holds the resonance of my emotional life.