Error and Trial
The extraordinary hides in the daily scene. The Masters start with the line of a figure or the sweep of a branch, tree, charcoal across blank canvas. My images spark from the static shuffle of a very common daily life. They are stories from common springs, merging trial and error, often over coffee, waiting for a friend. My tools are the same that most people carry in their bag, their pocket, on the Tube. I am mobile to chase my thoughts, which run like wild children ahead of me.