I am an artist because it is something that I am as a being of creation and creation is a primary function thus. Inside I find a well of immeasurable, quiet turmoil where shapes, forms and colour surface and struggle to find life outside of my being. I allow these to overwhelm me every time I work and find solace in the fact that they are a part of me. a Singular line can have as much beauty as the most complex verse or pattern, and embodies all of what the artist is and can be.
Contrasts within work, life, light and dark, soft and hard, good and bad just the beauty of things being, even a single look in a child’s eyes or a bottle top long discarded and given to rust, all the minute changes in the being of things are where I find beauty and a reason to work.