In these painting I find that the mark making on the canvas echoes the marks, lines and shapes that we made into the wet, grey sand of my home town beach: thus the canvas becomes the beach that acted as a super-sized canvas of my childhood. And, much like the Nazca Lines of Peru, our games and messages were, albeit briefly, intended for some secret imagined gods. I find this activity squaring the circle of my life and reaffirming my sense of play coupled with a deep sense of place.
