Materials and processes sit at the heart of expression. They become the structure and physical poetry through which an image can exist - its visual language. For me this language bears the imprint of who I am. My hand gives evidence of everything made. Through the tool in use - pen, knife, saw or brush, stick or rag, traces of myself are fashioned into the wood and metal, paper and paint.
These configurations and marks, right down to the faintest scratch will combine to convey a sense of my subject - I hope - but can never be certain of this.
This process is intimately connected to discovery as it happens on a day to day basis with images gradually coming into being, sometimes by default, and always with their finality seeming to be under review. I am mired in this process of ever changing nuances of form and content.