The arrangement of colour within a painting can stir a memory or feeling, maybe of contemplation or unease, like gazing out to sea or painting a pale pink rosebush in dark green shade. These scenes are the beginnings but the literal description may give way to colour in order to be more truly expressive. I enjoy the physicality of the paint. The dynamic and beauty of one colour against another, of brush or palette knife against the drawn line, where the painting can seem almost lost and then the image unfolds into apparent harmony