Paint as Expression
There are times in life when words do not suffice; others, when words do not come at all. In moments of pain and suffering, joy and elation, when emotions are too great for my body to contain, the physical act of painting as exorcism is all that remains.
The Hand That Feeds Me
There are two options: fall into a pit of despair without dealing with the pain or treat art as therapy and express the moment: real, raw and full of feeling.
From anger and betrayal through to joy, sorrow and vengeance, I manifest the full spectrum of human emotions, in their raw, unfiltered form.
I will forever be grateful that my hands know what to do.
