I paint emotions, allowing imaginations to soar using colour and energy. I splash paint or blend it, depending on my feelings, while choosing the perfect colour is intuitive. I scan my hand over the paint to pick up one, and could choose a trowel, a brush, a fork, a rag, a palate knife, anything, often my fingers blending colours and shapes right there on the canvas.

My art has no rules, my life is one of freedom, of the luxury of losing time and thought.  Wet on wet, I keep going until it feels right to stop, standing back to see what has become.