Much of art, I believe, comes from a place of longing. A dry leaf can inspire hope for a flower in bloom that too shall soon dry up and turn black. When I try to ‘see’, I move away from what is on the surface or what might be better, to what might allow a deeper engagement with promises inherent in a subject. As an artist, I do not merely wish to look but to find a way of looking that will unlock doors of memory, hopes, dreams, and desires. It is this that drives me to explore forms, lines, and different ways of mark-making, and to built gardens from within.