I paint and draw empty landscapes and heads without features; (or should that be empty heads and landscapes without features?). These are imagined in a space that feels primordial and alive; conditioning, compressing, suspending, infiltrating and dissolving forms; witnesses to inception and origins. The heads are everyman and no man; the landscapes are every landscape and no landscape. Emotional truth is elusive and mysterious, however absurd or tragic. Images that are on the cusp of meaning and meaninglessness, stimulating imagination, seem closer to experience than resolution, didacticism and closure. For this reason there is often a precarious balance between suggestion and presence. Nothing is asserted, just a wish to find the maximum tension in the simplest configuration, and to share whatever emotional and experiential parallels are evoked.