Viewing my work invites long, slow consideration, something you can come back to repeatedly, with each visit some new feature inviting another consideration, another small pleasure. It's not hard to view my work, but like the rest of life, my work is layered, only gradually unfolding.
My project is simple to say; to make an account of what happens to me when I allow, or at least don't disallow, the world to take a big bite of me, and then to say what happened, nothing more and nothing less.


I've worked for some years on softening the boundaries between my body, my mind and my spirit, trying not to let one dominate, getting all three aspects of me in alignment, or at least to be present and not to argue. In this way, my paintings are also a resultant of these same qualities facing as directly into the world as I can muster, guiding my hand to do what it "knows". Being an ordinary man, I expect these painting may well strike a sympathetic chord with a number of others, for we all seem to be built along similar enough lines, and the wild world pours down upon us night and day, equally on rich and poor, the ready and not.