A continuing layer of memories rendered ordered and prioritised as the work evolves. Thoughts about today, yesterday, last week…Galleries, Artists, Artists Works, viewers, what happened at the Tesco checkout? Why did I think the cardboard box in the road was a dead cat?

Each time I return to my work I try to begin again layering and experiencing, frustrated that the memories won’t come, and then later when I take a bath everything is clear and I remember.

I feel liberated -I can include what I like in my painting, an image from the Wasp Factory which I have just read for the third time, the funeral, the gallery, the private view. The argument……