I am currently in the process of preparing my new exhibition: Outpost.
I am not an extravert.
I enjoy attention, and talking to a kind and intelligent audience. But the constant interacting that occurs day in day out leaves me depleted and drained, confused and unstable. Human interaction, can leave me shattered, doubtful and unsure of myself.
An 'outpost' is a remote settlement, or in the world of war, some solider posted on the far reaches of the land at play: to watch. For me, it is my new western home.
My exhibition is a quiet reflection of the beauty and solace that this outpost offers me against the rest of the world. the draining, toxic battlefield 20 minutes by train to the east. It's a little too far for my family to visit with any regularity, a sizable distance from work places....the place I have settled. It's perfect.
I wish to greet this new place, through the quiet reflection that only occurs in the painting of places. A pondering of light, shape and form. An exploring of the walls and streets. and an unspoken appreciation of this new place of rest.