A look behind the mind
My art story
My father was too weird to be a beatnik, let alone a Bohemian. Yet my mother confessed that he was the only man she had ever loved. When he left us, as I turned seven, the family was shredded. It was down to her to raise my brother and me. Not only did she teach me how to strip and rebuild a motorcycle engine, but she also instilled in me a sense of creativity. She got it from her father along with a modicum of artistic talent. That filtered through to my brother and me. As Kevin Trudea says, it’s in the DNA.
In school, tales of the great explorers fascinated me. I had a hankering for exploring the unknown. The fact that everywhere had been mapped saddened me. In my early twenties, I discovered Spirituality and the possibility of exploring the unknown inner world. Once again, I found a calling. Through my art, I strive to convey a deeper meaning for the world around us.
I've loved painting since I was at school. However, I didn't do anything serious for years. I made a promise to myself that when I retire, I will fulfil my true calling and get down to work. Within a year, I had completed over 100 canvases. I was happy with most of them, but realised that art is a continual learning process.
Painting, for me, is a meditation. As such, I feel it allows ideas to emerge from a deeper part of me. Many people speak of “the Muse” as an internal source of art. When I truly let go, I can feel it moving through my work.
I’ve always been open to exploring the subtle aspects of life. The energetic backdrop if you like. We all know there’s more to life than just that which our senses perceive. I explore tapping into this and bringing it into our lives.