M y A r t.

Environment
Landscape
Grief
Love
Loss
Intimacy
Skin
Refuge
Time lost
The sea
The river
The ocean
The rocks
The boulders
Forging, melting, moulding, making landscape.
The underwater, the up-side down surrealism of the deep, the underworld.

The web, the story not the object.The archive. Yes, the object. Hands open, robbed, handcuffed.

Diorama - is a container, a room, something held in refuge, some intimate equation.
A box as my home when I have none.

The oceans where I float and feel.
The river is where I float and let go.
The boulders hold no judgment. Insentient. Weathered and aged like me.
Witnessing water run through, around, over and changing course.

The idea of incessant heat.
1 degree and we melt, we melt.
New mettle.

The heart falls apart, the eyes re-invent, we ache, we grieve, we search for North like a Jimble, being stung, stinging, hurt and hurting, scared.

Artists who inspire me.
Something you never asked me.
Duchamp’s The Green Box, and his letters to Mary Reynolds.
Diebenkorn shapes and lines. Pale .
Alexander Calder, his balance and his Sterling Silver.
Dana Schutz form, colour, story, size.
Tracy Emin brutal honesty and woman.
Salman Toor green.
Philip Guston for everything and humour
Betty Campbell shear brilliance.
Caravaggio cheating light.
Always more
Action Painters of the 1950’s NY scene.