The disgarded paint on my pallette,
The rust on steel are transfers and traces of history and past,
The foam of waves as the bounce off the shore,
The dew on a flower after an autumn shower,
The ice on a window in the early morn.
Funny how nature and the organic succeeds in forging something the hand cannot
The struggle of a painter is learning to except the collateral as the centre motif therefore transforming a work from preparatory to masterpiece.
One of those days forget pass to get into studio and wore a wrong colour of tights thinking blue was black - colour eye letting me down in the early hours
Pushing back my works as there is to much to the eye
Considering adding browns, red and earth tones into the palette
Responding to feedback from a recent group crit to reduce painting and to let go of direct symbolism