Space and my delicate mind.

Someone was once quoted in the Press to have not been able to fathom out why my works were sold so cheaply, that fact that he did not know the answer is simple, he didn't ask!

What he, and many others fail to realise is that my art is about a state of mind, more pronounced are the pieces that, although abstract in appearance, have a story hidden deep within the patternation, a story that only those who had been there could possibly read, the odd exception being the casual critique who has made a lifestyle from trooping around various galleries listening to the, usually far from inspiring banter of that well known figure, the gallery guide.

For a person to see their story within my images leaves me feeling saddened for that someone else who has an understanding of pain, hope, shattered lives and dreams, for a person to have that within them sufficient to want one of my works why should he have to pay through the nose, these works in my eyes can and should be looked upon as hope, in this crazy world where life seems to be a constant struggle I want people to hang my work on their wall and say to themselves, look, hes functioning in the world even after being through lifes mill there is an achievable light at the end of the tunnel.

several such paintings are being created at the moment which fall into that cheap category, one showing the journey between the dark and the light, the stepping out from a dull cold and meaningless existance onto what seems a spinning and racing vertigo inducing world, the dream is blurred but at least you are able to pick up fleeting glimpses of both reality and of the unknown, for some a hasty retreat is quickly made back to the world of the known, your comfort zone.


underpainting



the other peace is more in line with my post on Space, I dont mean the kind of space that exists beyond our planet I mean ones personal space, every person needs a space and that space is representative of a persons aura, the thing that I keep colliding with every moment I am around people, unless that is of course they are people who carry a similar existance as mine where the two spaces, auras, energies even are able to cohabitate in harmony between each other.

every person needs that space of their own, without my having that space I feel hemmed in, suffocated, claustrophobic, there is no greater a joy than being in company where space is ballanced; my main social life is attending artist preview nights, some, I can stay for as long as the ballance and harmony is in existance, sometimes to the end, a bad nite for me is where I go to a preview or gallery opening and that ballance jsut is not there, the artistic is not the primary reason for the event, those are sad nites, though only, I get back to the studio that is, the event, whatever it was a distant memory with only the most important parts engrained in my delicately ballanced mind.