Chillin at the darlo bar with a beer and some mags. Beach house on the stereo, warm afternoon… Taking refuge from super busy uni. The best I can do at the moment… When in fact I want to be in the blue mountains.. Kanangra Boyd national park. Ancient forests and bush. Hushed… Just the trees and birds. My art isn’t installation based. It’s not video, not sound, not cross-disciplinary, not made from plastic and polystyrene. It is not shocking, paintings of vaginas or skulls or dead animals or beautiful women. It’s not painted with fluorescent acrylics or spraypaint or stencils. It is oil paint on canvas. Dark landscapes, soft, airy, small, modest. And yet to me they hold an intense power, a snippet of a memory, and the entire world and colouring that memory holds in your mind. Nostalgic, for something that has never happened, you have never experienced. I hope that there is some sense of deja vu, like when you smell a familiar scent but can’t quite place it. They are a single frame from a larger picture, each suggests a narrative surrounding them. They are a fantasy, a distillation of composition which I’ve purposely created to trigger the most powerful emotion. My life is full of these hazy memories. Maybe I’m remembering things from my past life or just making them up because I want them to be there. Either way I’m using landscape to express a sensation which is familiar to me. Its useful to me. But in some ways I think I could be painting anything, but it is landscape that, at the moment, seems to me to be the most direct subject matter to utilize to capture the mood I want to communicate.