When I look at paintings I
don’t want to be told what the artist is up to,
I want to be able to see it, feel it for myself. If it
triggers my intellect I usually care less for the work.
Minor intellectuals have invaded art, soured and degraded
it. Dirty laundry, some poor cow massacred and pickled,
who cares? Unfortunately, far too many people, but not
me.
When I started drawing, then painting, I was excited,
transfigured. It was something I didn’t ‘understand’
but somewhere inside I knew it was big - and more. I knew
somehow that deep inside, I knew more about it than I
expected. If I could just shut my head up I could make
contact with that part of me - and that’s my artist’s
statement. Ever since, I’ve been trying to make
and improve contact with that part.
