There is a design to everything, a beauty to a lot of things, and art is everywhere. In my experience it has been a gift and a curse. There is an internal struggle when the idea and mental image of the art comes ready and malleable, so naturally without much force, but the materialisation of that image requires effort, questions and answers.

Painting from (my) own photographs as opposed to ‘blank canvas catharsis’, has made any feelings of restriction easier to contend with. Each painting becomes a memorial of a memory, the timestamp and location of the photograph (where),(when), (who), (what), (why) me. There is never just one photograph. Why that one specifically? What happened that day? Who were you then?

The answers to those questions may be too private for this message however, each painting stands as proof that questions were asked and impactful enough to make it to a canvas.

The art of choice. Self portraits absent of likeness.