I am from a small town in New Zealand, filled with grass, cows, and conservative voters. I paint to explore, without plans, to discover what reality I can construct. I play with a chaotic control, finding dead ends, and then navigating ways through them. They become a window to another existential plane, a physical manifestation of mental processes, communicated through my limb. They are without the clumsiness of language, and are a more universal and pure mode of expression. It is unclear whether this purity is transcendence, or a return to primitivism, or both.