Before the brush,
there’s the digging.

 

Process.

 

Thinking, finding,
reading, writing,
checking, changing.

 

Do I care enough to do this?

 

Bang.

 

We inhabit challenging times.
I don’t paint to decorate space.
 

I paint questions—
to ask,
to provoke,
to invoke.

 

Burns and churns,
exposed.

 

I don’t fling paint.

 

Journeys are imagined.
Bold colours contrast.
Layers build texture
and depth.

 

I add me.

 

So, linger a little longer,
dig a little deeper.

Let the art speak.
A flicker of hope?

 

I open a door.
 

Run through.

 

When my work sparks thought,
I am happy.

 

When it provokes some disdain,
that’s all good.

 

When it stirs instinct,
awareness dawns.
 

Conscience.

 

Bang.

 

My work works.

 

Pop.
Uncork the Champagne.

 

 

 

Repeat.