My painting would be an immemorial unconscious revealed by the eclipse of the soul, an experience of the timeless being with its instinctive and repetitive pulsations. Through my work, I seek for what within ourselves belongs to us all; for what in the adventure of humanity makes us all equal.

The tip of my brush smoothes down and skirts the sandy and rocky material of our destiny. It is the adventure of life, its acquisitions, its losses and its joys. Then, with the life blood of my palette, I put a halo on the shadows of my thoughts.

I set about a series of paintings where soul and primitive abstraction impinge. The scratchings and scrapings let resurface what the brush necessarily buries. The transparency of the oil gradually allows the bumps and protrusions of the acrylic to emerge.

The smoothness of the colour must enhance the important subject of the painting, floating in space to come and flirt with our childlike questionings.

I question growth and knowledge, evolution and timelessness, the becoming and memory, passion and reason, commitment and isolation. This very content makes us human beings making their way through a chaotic existence. We are and we watch ourselves mutating.

My painting is also the red and orange ochre of the sun plunging into the vast expanse of the sea, light and shadow, the inside and the outside, essence and matter.