There are times in my life when I really wonder what I’m doing. I expect you can relate to that. There are also times when life seems to be a breeze, and everything’s going my way. I expect you can relate to that too. And then there are times when that unfathomable presence of Life with a capital L washes over me in transparent waves of tingling delight, enhanced by warm anticipation of the next gossamer-like moment when I breathe again the deep and heady draft of liquid sunshine. I suspect you might relate to this too. But whether you do or not, I’m building this website in an attempt to share something of Life’s sublime moments regularly experienced – especially for those in whom that might be slow in coming forward. My words are related to it, as is my music, and of course my art.
For years I struggled with the fact that I didn’t seem interested in painting places that bore much resemblance to actual locations. And yet they did appear to. And even when, as a landscape artist, I painted on location, getting down the details, I still wanted to paint them out. What was wrong with me? I was almost ashamed of creating artwork in my studio that seemed somehow ingenuine, unauthentic. It wasn’t until I realised my fans and collectors actually loved this about the work, that I began to relax with the idea that I don’t paint places – I paint feelings. I paint the intimacy that exists between the observer and the thing closely observed – yet without actually looking. Maybe this is what they mean by ‘the eyes of the heart’?