When I paint I am entering a space. I am feeling around. I am unearthing. Discovering what is at the hard core in my head. A feeling, a memory, a place. Traces of where people have been. Bodies moving, passing each other, folded, suffocating, embracing, resting on each other. I am finding pieces and fragments of light and form. Sometimes this can create an object, a figure. Sometimes I am left with a colour, a line. An absence. A presence. Sexual. Intimate. Abandonment. Flowers. Red corresponds with blue. My work fades between complete abstraction and restraint. Nostalgia. Open and ambiguous.