Some times I have an idea of what to paint, and at other times I have very little idea of where to begin...But always do begin. Even if it is just preparing surfaces for what may lie ahead.
This weekend I prepared a fair few surfaces, and finished one small painting that is destined for a friend... I still have to photo this work.
My imagination feels a bit jammed, too many ideas cramming to get out, and not enough hours in the day to do all I want to. But isn't that everyone's life??
A painting completed last week.... it began as just some fun with paint, the textures and colors, and then evolved....
'Shine on'
Acrylic and watercolor wash...
No matter where, no matter what, we do shine on.

Sometimes I wonder what the future holds. And sometimes I just don't care, I remove myself from the situation and become an observer.

I am a dreamer.
I always have been, and I cant imagine myself changing.
I used to wish I was different, that I could be a neat and organised person.... but then that wouldn't be me... and really is just a daydream!

This painting "Don't sit around waiting' is about just that... sitting around waiting , it achieves nothing.

Sometimes life throws challenges at us that we can only dream about changing.

I don't loose hope, and I don't stop dreaming.

I don't know what I will achieve, but by doing nothing I would fail in some way.

So I paint.

The voice of our thoughts can be misleading, but that is okay if we can take a joke.

This is a painting I did last year titled 'Not as it seems' a 11 x 14 inch watercolour.

Looking at other people's lives can be disheartening, living up to other peoples expectations can be a similar experience.

Life is not what it looks like, my life is not one of my paintings.

I don't have the connection within me at the moment to be able to paint my life, with all its conflicting emotions.

How do you paint desperation, fear and at the same time hope and dreams?

At the time this was painted, I felt a deep dissatisfaction in my life, from the outside my life may have seemed ideal. But what one views is only a small piece of a life, not what is behind closed doors, shut mouths and inside our thoughts.

Life is similar in some ways now. 

Life is perfect and sinister all in one.

Life is irony.