For me paintings come about in odd ways. I never plan for a painting as it does not quiet work that way for me.
I start just by making a mark that leads to another and another that takes me into the storage department of my mind. Shapes and colours begin to appear, places I have been, things I have seen and felt. I just read an article about consciousness. The article mentions people out of the past who have struggled with what it all means. There is a moment in painting and I mean a moment, a flash, when one has an understanding of consciousness. All is understood for a brief moment in time. One is given a glimpse of the truth. Really it is a tease , but it wets one’s appetite for another peek. And so we continue the search for another brief peek at the truth.
All the research in the world will not be able to put it into words and they are puzzled by this. I reach it through poetry and painting leaving evidence of my glimpse of the truth.