Until the beginning of 05 I'd been engaged in the production of paintings whose themes are political; identity politics in particular, social commentary with just a whiff of whimsy. Meanings achieved through any analysis however, in so far as they lean to conclusions, are always arguable.

I've never been completely convinced that meanings were available for all of life's events, feeling many were simply expressions of a kind of random dice roll.

Much we discern as meaning is a defacto construct anyway, invention gleaned from an experience already vanishing in the past and increasingly subject to the advancing corruptions of memory. Most of us are irremediably engaged in papering over the cracks, desperately denying the widening abyss looming menacingly beneath our feet as we await the one, inevitable certainty - death. And what could that mean?

The artist's place is in the space between certainty and confusion, empty, receptive- listening, watching, being. And like one good mullah is said to have said:

I now include a more abstract language in exploring a colour-field motif to articulate an exploration of the unconscious (library 4), in an effort to unlock the unlimited wealth of material apparently buried in not only the personal but also the collective unconscious.This exploration continues with four linear perambulations (Walking the line) which is representative of an algorithm which might exist in the brain, a transport for dreaming, and a new series in which I imagine a visualisation of the way in which dreams and memories are stored and how they interact with the patterns our minds are so fond of seeking out.