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A sum of parts; a weave of worlds; a walking ‘life museum’; an inscape, a vessel. Our lives are defined by memory. Yet our memories are all too fragile, slippery, ambiguous, fabricated and partial. I’m fascinated by this. And, by the ways in which we try to establish roots, selfhood/identity and a sense of belonging on the shifting sands of memory, time and place.

To my thinking memory has little to do with the past. For a memory to thrive, it must draw on way-back-then and the here-and-now. The objects of memory are infinitely incomplete; they are the result of an ongoing process of becoming and disappearing. Memory slips and spills. Memory marks absence and presence. Yet it is all we have; our meagre constellation.

If I have a subject (and I don’t necessarily believe that a subject in art is a requirement) then it is to explore memory fragments and layers of inter-connectedness.

To believe in painting is a huge deal for me. Painting is my way of expressing what gets in, weaves through my inscape and escapes thru’ my hands…

The paintings are the result of thinking and doing and being. I’m attracted to, and seduced by, the act of painting as a non-verbal, non-linear, physical, visual, meditative process. From blank surface through layering, loading, mis-reading and muddy confusion, towards some (never quite complete) conclusion.

I’ve no interest in resemblance. The end result of working with paint is an artefact a marker, a moment in time.