One of the joys of painting is the endless combination that the paint, colour and texture manifest on the canvas. When successfully juxtapositioned, different colours go into vibration or oscillation with each other. Layers of paint are built up with various degrees of transparency creating unpredictable new effects.
I like a good, textured, painting which gives you the sense that there is something "to sink your teeth into."
My landscapes are painted in the open air. I prefer to walk out into the desert to work in quiet undisturbed isolation. The work progresses through the direct process of observing nature. Scales seem to be removed from the eyes as greater depths of colour and spatial relationship appear. Indeed the act of painting seems to be a form of meditation causing a heightening of the awareness. While in the field, what takes place on the canvas seems as a reduced reflection of all that is experienced. Yet when viewed back in the confines of the studio, it is clear that the canvas has brought back the vitality of the greater experience.
Sometimes I feel that it is the landscape which has painted itself, not the artist. I have been but a medium through which that which has been painted has recorded its presence.
