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June 2010

My art language is a continual personal discovery, inevitably the work will hold within some universal similarities with other artworks. I have an idiosyncratic approach to subject, however it is possible unity will be located forthwith...in the future...perhaps beyond my time of being. The work shall remain open-ended; to this I add that the work is unforgiving, uncompromising, democratic, disentangled, singular, responsible and irresponsible. The art/life is subject to success and failure in unequal measure. 

Is the work driven by the possibility of experimentation and discovery…a point before the judgment of questioning and seeking answers?   It is what I do not know that is the first movement…this is exploration. Before a map can be created…I believe I commence a journey without foresight…the journey is possibly a prelude to creating the map of the unknown…full of shadow and hope...is there a cartographer out there who wishes to map the journey before it is at an end? I undertake this task …to map out the points of incompleteness…between the time of life and the absolute ‘0’ point…death?


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