I love to draw and colour.

It is as simple as that.

Paintings are concocted, composed and artificial. They are simply visual equivalents of what one sees and imagines.

Painting has never been about verisimilitude. It is a response to and a transcribing of visual stimuli into form.

Ideas are NOT art. Art is an idea given form.

Painters scrutinize Nature to present to the viewer what Matisse called “the little truths” that are discovered by changing how one looks at the world.

Art requires the long look and it demands of the viewer to set aside their habitual way of seeing and respond to what the painter has scrutinized for them.

The viewer does not need an artist’s words/explanation to gain entrance into a work of art. Words will only interfere with your own valid spontaneous reaction and response.

Works of art that require verbal explanation are probably not works of art. They are something else.

A work of art cannot teach.

Painting has no meaning.
My approach to making each work is guided by what the painter Frank Auerbach so eloquently said. “The unity in any artist’s work arises from the fact that a person brought to a desperate situation will behave in a certain way. Stress produces constants and these constants are the style. That’s what real style is. It’s not adopting a mantle or having a program. It’s how one behaves in a crisis.”