Now I step into new work. I circle around in my mind and think of old (past) - I look away with an 'after image' still imprinted on my retina.
At this point in new work, writing can neither comprehend or be comprehensible for the truth of the work is in the making of that work. The drawing above is a menagerie - a mirror of my moving mind.
Writing an Artists statement is not for me, they are commercial tricks - look back at my footprints, there is a statement by the artist, an after image, read that if you like and you will know me then, as I was.
Next is unknown, God know next, I don't.
Unpicking the mystery of now is in drawing, a code to be coloured by my fingers quietly using whispers from my heart.