It starts somewhere
It starts somewhere
This started on an oak door panel, donated to me by my canal carpenter studio companions. Immediately I gave it back, asking them to cut deep cervices in sections of the moulding, knowing that I would insert canvas, though at the time, I had no idea why. I sat with it for years, variously working it and leaving it. Finally, the colour arrived in synch with the politics of both my birth country and my home country; fire, anger, disinformation, bystanders. I painted people gathering, watching, witnessing something. Whatever it was, I thought, it always starts somewhere.