Oil on stretched canvas, ready to hang.

Signed on the back.

For a long time I suspected that the paintings I made were rooted in a desire to transform, or be transported from the constraints of “consensus reality”. Painting provided both the means and destination for my imaginative and cognitive transportation.

I want to know where we go when we make or view a painting. What fissures in reality do we slip through and fleetingly occupy? And how can I describe or depict the ‘placeness’ of that imaginative site?