When I am painting, mark- making and scratching, it connects me to primitive people living in caves long ago; something like a cultural consciousness or collective unconscious. I am both living then and now simultaneously. An essential truth seems to come alive when I use my body to create my paintings- something visceral and muscular; a directness that feels so “right”.
The authentic mark is what I am after; the true, non-gimmicky, not contrived mark; the mark that is made when “I am the painting I am painting”. Playing with the paint, working sometimes at the speed of light, other times slowly and deliberately; all coming together in a flurry of physical activity in addition to the “mental” activity of looking.