The wheel is a mantra.
It can be seen for a moment, it can be seen for a day. It stays, then leaves and is drawn back again.
It is silent, and noisy and ghostly and whole. It is whatever you make of it, but what you make of it will always change. It will never be the same.
My paintings are an alternative world of marks and opaque layers of paint built up over time.
Interlocking shapes and colors are stepping-stones across the surface leading the viewer through the landscape space.