Often, when I first put paint on a new canvas, I have only a vague idea of what I want to do with it. I work by instinct. The painting reveals itself through the journey of creation. This is sometimes a slow process, requiring patience and faith. This journey contains an arch which is like the arch of a life, from conception to development, maturity, and resolution, conclusion. Its conclusion is an ending, but it is also a beginning. The painting has arrived at its full fruition and the creative process as it has existed in this form, the physical container of this painting, has exhausted itself. There’s an energy transfer from one painting to another. This energy contains the creative life force and continues on, so there is no end, no death, only a shift of energy.
I try to open myself up as much as possible to receive what wants to come through the mind, the heart, the palette, the brush, and then onto the canvas. Whatever the result is, as with all things in life, so it is as it must be, appropriate for that moment. I regard paintings such as this one as allegorical works, parables, or fables in paint. While I have a general idea of where I am going, there is no fixed meaning or interpretation. Interpretations which others have offered are more interesting than the ones I had imagined. For this reason, I sometimes like to ask people what they think a particular painting means. In fact, a painting doesn’t have to mean anything at all. It can be a starting point for an exploration of an idea, a truth, or an emotion. Or, it may simply imbue a space, offering an invitation to spend a little time with a mood or feeling which the work might evoke or suggest.