The way

It starts with a simple idea.

Sometimes a little sketch that is allowed to grow organically. Like a plant. Sometimes it's just a mood.

A mood for sweeping brush strokes or painstaking detail. For an explosion of colour or monochrome stillness.

Art is about passion and energy.

What kind of dance with this energy is about to occur I feel in the morning: whether I wish to meet my idea right now or nurture it for days, weeks..

The result is always unexpected: something well defined and clear might express itself in surprising ways.

I never force it. I allow it to be.

To have its own presence and character.

I listen to it, feel it. We are collaborators. The medium and me.

The idea and the vehicle through which it is chosen to reveal itself.

I am not creating it. I am birthing it.

It has chosen me to come into this world.

When someone likes it - I feel like a proud parent. All parents out there - I see you.