Artist Statements

MY ART IS ALL ABOUT...............the infinite magical mysteries that make up my minutes, my hours, my daze.
All the indescribables that string together to form "reality"-the word as mysterious to me as Jupiter, time, you, me, life as a bee and the infinite water world contained beneath the deep blue endless sea.
Therefore I can offer you no elucidation nor education, no resolution or clear solution.
If you crave a sense of clarity, my world will only seem like a buxom calamity.

For I have set out to paint sails that resemble dragonfly wings, and abroad I have sent them to capture the essence of all existence.
In an old greco honey jar I read about once in a book.
My mark making is an embarkment on a venture, a venture to find a rare mustard scented snuff I never really knew.
These imaginary faces are not portraits of people I know but of sad-eyed sighs poised on old quivering lips just before they take flight into the embracing abyss.

My manic search in coloured paint is an attempt to encapsulate the memory of an imaginary kaleidoscope I yearned for as a child, but never did it manifest itself in any birthday box I ever knew.
The images are also a play on words and yet themselves all separate and independent plays with central plots that revolve around all the tiny bits of nothing found between all kitchen cracks.
Starring roles are allocated to mortals most delightful in decay, ready and able to be recklessly tossed about and spoken for by you.
You and all your independant perceptions and projections all correct of course.
All real to you, as to me. 
As one shade of black..the passing of time, the beauty of rhyme and the immiment end of my own wonderful life.

HERE I STAND...........
confronted by the mystery of my own coloured walls, wanting to escape into them forever, yet unable to find an entrance, an opening, a beginning, an end.
So optimistically I pack every something I thought about nothing right next to the dash of hope I stole from a little boy's eye and wait till time is right, it never will be so......................I  plan to leave late at night.
Late enough to catch the colourless black of a lightless forgetful night, just before a thousand tomorrow mornings.
Time is now!
Into my images I glare, demanding final resolve and understanding.
My red tanks full, the expensive fuel promising to burn for as long as my inner longing.
With that I vixen smile for now the firmament is mine to light up forever...if only...if only..I can find somewhere time frozen to fly to.
Time passes...and with each moment I become a greater enigma to myself.
Why would I make such stuff? What does it all mean?

My abstracted coloured walls stare back at me, looking more unfamiliar, unrecognizable and impenetrable by the minute.

I cannot see them anymore for what I want them to be.
They have their own interests, their own detractors and admirers.
I thought they were doors to understanding, I spent years hovercrafting my finger tip over the coloured cratered surface frantically whispering.

"Thou troublesome metal knob I seek, how I wish to find and grasp thee.
Then gladly would I turn yee clockwise to set thy hinges on their haunches and enter that world that I think there to be".

No door, nothing! Nothing but coloured stuff, drips and whirls.
So where to now? I am still here in the world of cramp, coldness and empty cigerettes that promise so much.
Yet dawn's beauty is ablaze infront of me.
I can bob down here a rusted wreck amidst this urban foliage and forget my cramp.
Instead I'll let dawns orange beams run barefoot through my falling hair.
No one will notice they're all rightly caught up in their own comprehensions.
I see it now clear as rust.
The isolation of my own perception is truly impenetrable, I really am alone. 

So here I am, free! 
I can think on empty cigerettes and make coloured doors induced by the poetics of ascending smoke in peace.
And I don't need to understand a damn thing about any of it