How Much of the Artist Should We See?
As a new year opens, I find myself returning to a question that keeps resurfacing — quietly, insistently — whenever I sit down to paint, and again whenever I share the finished piece into the bright, fast world of the internet:
How much of me belongs in what I make?
Why Art Still Matters in a Hurried World?
There are moments, when I find myself wondering - who, in this restless world, will stop in front of a painting? Who will pause long enough to see it - not just glance - but truly see it, to feel it, to listen to the quiet language it speaks beneath the surface of colour and form? Will that be you?