After 25 years of painting I have returned to the surrounds of my childhood. From the narrow city streets and vibrant colours of urban living to the open countryside and it’s richly muted shades shades of the earth and skies.
I have always expressed my life — events, stories, relationships, people — on canvas. Each empty canvas is the beginning of a new journey without full realisation of where will it take me. Even though I begin with an idea the exciting part is that I never know where it will lead and what the final outcome will look like.
The joy of completing the voyage from inanimate state of ‘empty canvas and an array of paint and brushes’ to a work that can breathe life never fails to satisfy an inexplicable need deep within my being.
I cannot resist the beauty of our world, be it our physical surrounds or the complexity and character of the human form. What is more exciting than colour and its infinite interplay of hue and tone, or form with its innate strengths and frailties, and the weaving of these into visual stories of our lives?
Now, in the home of my youth I like to look back over the years. At the paintings that form the diary of my life. To me my paintings are a window in time. They vividly bring to life past moments, the look, smell, feel and taste. The emotion of it all.