Painting is like notes to the self. its where your development as a human is at any one time. Always moving on, and sometimes glancing back to collect something still relevant. its a timeline spiralling through an imaginary land, excavating, projecting,... of finding something you know is there and allowing it to exist at a least for a while. Painting isn't for abstracting the landscape, its for landscaping the abstract, in the moment before our grammar kicks in and we fixate on the identity of things.
Part of my compulsion to paint stems from a lifelong fascination with the way you can create an object and place it in more than one place at a time and give it multiple identities, so meaning is always slippery, location is always uncertain, as it may be in a dream, when every place you have ever been form a single image.