I paint myself away from my nightmares and towards my fantasies. I paint out of my resentment and in to my passion. I paint because it allows me to confront truths which I am unaware of or I do not want to face.
I paint to quell the pain. I paint so I do not need to speak. Painting has its own language. I paint to have conversations with people unknown, friends and family. I paint in the solitude which comes from being surrounded by people. I paint to mollify the voices shouting inside me, outside me and all around.
I paint to connect links in a world which often appears polarised: day and night, bright and dark.
I paint to help people view the world differently. I paint to provide answers even though these answers can make me feel afraid. I paint to remember. I paint to be remembered. I paint to forget. I paint to understand the abnormal actions of others which in turn helps me to see the hidden secrets which those people try to hide. I paint to know more about humans whom I have no control over. I paint because I believe art is powerful but simultaneously powerless. I paint because art is paradoxical. I paint to deliver beauty. I paint to surprise and with the belief that art can be magical.