An inquisitive child I was, drawing incessantly interior plans and black ink bush silhouettes of hills, attaching a poem to them. The diametric spaces and words captivated my imagination.
The Wattle Room is my diary, with the written words expressed as exhibition chapters. I collage my feelings, dislocated fragments trying to reconcile appearing comic.
I step off my great love of 20th-century poetry and literature with a fascination for the absurd, which is the foundation of my paintings.