Expanding the Bubble...

Finding the Centre...

The urge that drives me paint often feels like the steam that builds up in a pressure cooker. But somehow, it slowly flows out like a tap dripping water creating a puddle. A puddle of paint on what seems to be growing canvas. And the "voice" at the back of my mind directed me away from the calm blues and led me to something more. It wasn't just about the creation of fluidity and movement but finding the whats underneath the smooth texture of the oil paint itself. The overlapping colours and the way they blended into each other were revealing the ever thinning layering of every moment in time itself. How every little thing matters but how it all has an origin.