The figures in my paintings are solitary, but not alone.

As flickers of starlight in a constellation of living bodies, the figures in my paintings are solitary, but not alone. The inward moment they are captured in; their form fusing with paint marks, words and textures, acts as a portal to spaces behind knowledge, a sensory sea of feeling, a self beneath our belief of the self. Us, simultaneously set in consciousness and clay.


Symbolised in paint are the comforting and familiar objects which reveal themselves through the haze of daily life. A repetition of natural reminders cutting through a technology-driven Age. The horizon in your periphery as you travel. The tree you see every morning unrewardingly standing as the backbone to your inner monologue. City lights floating on water at night, flowers scattered like fallen stars on the land, silhouettes of hills behind buildings, birds, branches, pathways, our own personal talismans of nature and living. Motifs and markers that guide us subliminally. Hand-scrawled words mark the surface of the paintings, obscured and revealed as our voices are, becoming remnants of thought and expression, of the tools we use to seek meaning.


And like the movement of migrating birds we connect. Our dreams and designs seeing light and travelling towards a truth we recognise, leaving invisible threads with which to weave a life.


These themes are the crux of my work, meandering across the territory of the Human Condition, exploring the constant dialogue, contrasts and tensions between the lives we lead and the lives we feel, our outer and inner worlds, the spaces between the parts. Exploring our individuation as well as our innate connections to nature, time and ultimately to each other. Telling the story of us from the inside out, through painting. Somewhere between a wish and a call to arms.