Painting (From the series TALKING TO MYSELF AGAIN I’m struggling for words about the “word” paintings, I guess they should speak for themselves. They are just a form of writing on the wall, a way of being very honest & exposing my thoughts, but always with the option to write over. The directness matters, it is me unprocessed, there is nothing planned, the words just appear & I just paint them as they come out. They are not careful, carefulness becomes a frustration, it dilutes things. But the words are also paintings, they have layers & history & the feeling of decaying graffiti found on a wall. Maybe I am a poet with no language except that of paint & these paintings have become a way to speak. The work is very personal, but that makes it richer. I have found a freedom in being able to say exactly what I want, the words may be buried, but they are still there underneath, they have been said.) 100 × 100 × 3.6 cm (unframed)