My paintings are relics, re-recorded images from the recesses of my mind, the peripheries of photographs, the trailing edge of a piece of fabric, the abrupt interruption of one surface by another. They are thoughts in colour, lines, shapes and how these fall together. They are experiments. They are questions.
Bleached, saturated, uncomfortably laden with pattern, just a little bit tired, my paintings speak of their working process, the scars of their birth on their face. I tread a delicate line between beauty and ugliness – I am baited and seduced by the idea of creating work that is both. In this way I interrogate my own judgements about what successful art is, I celebrate frailty, expose what is vulnerable, share something private, question perception.