Most of my work evolves on the canvas. Even if there was a plan I would probably not stick to it. Through the changes that happen, multiple layers of colour and lines grow and create depth- though stubbornly two- dimensional. These layers tell stories just like the many functional objects I gather around me. My grandma’s 1950’s waffle-maker excites me every time I use it. How could I not paint it? Ladles and pots, plates, tools, fish and peas become the main characters.

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I look for traces that people leave behind. Part of our history is revealed in the every-day objects that we create, use, pass on, destroy or forget: Washing lines, a rusty and forgotten sweet machine, an old hammer, a school desk with markings all over it or the skip next door; much of it is universal. 

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Outside, I search for patterns, the working together of colours and shapes. In sketches and paintings I try to summarise what I see, or rather what I think and feel I see.

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 Photos prompt my memory of something that left an impression...