It's hard to free the word
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . it seems almost alien to the task of describing one's own creative process
The thread that holds the history of my work seems to be an endless preoccupation with the frailness and vulnerability of the human condition.
Ones first responsibility is to what one believes a painting should be. This is where the work fails or succeeds..........and many fail. Colour and space work on the atmosphere of the paintings, fixing nervous figures in time and space. What the painting must be in the end is alive. Failure to achieve this is the force that drives me on to try and achieve a successful painting. Always hoping tomorrow will be that day.
Memory also plays a part in my work. Memory with all its lies and illusions, fueled by the imagination. Misty images from the past unfolding and resolving into an image not fully recognised.
My sculptures are more difficult to explain
They appear to have involved much patience.........which I truly don't possess. You will see the same preoccupation with the fragility of human nature, weighing the balance as to where figuration and abstraction end.
For me if the balance goes too far towards the abstract, there is the danger of it becoming a pretty object. making the tension ebb away. For me the tension is created by the fine line between the two.