Da Vinci suggests we look for unique compositions on stained walls; Paul Nash refers to unseen landscapes.

My stains are on the sides of rusting ships, details that mutate. Between the rocks of observation and the weeds of depiction are divine and devilish notions lying in wait. More temporal than topographic the essence of the work emerges like a wreck at low tide.

When I realise a form I stop.

This is the story so far. For me painting is not dead.