Every time I sit in front of a canvas an idea forms in my head. Sometimes it's in the form of colours or shapes, usually abstract. I turn to my tubes of paint and choose the colours as they appear to me in my mind. When the mood strikes and the painting turns into a figurative piece I find myself these past few months doing the same lonely figure. Sometimes standing on a cliff like structure, always with a dripping moon and no features on her face.
For me they represent the feeling of sometimes losing that unique part of yourself were everything seemed possible and our dreams were within reach. As the years go by that person, that dreamer seems more and more like a stranger. When I find myself painting featureless faces it's as if I am still seeking to find my voice. I think I might be searching for the dreamer I used to be.