I make abstract paintings on wood panels, building and disrupting ordered compositions until they find a balance that only just holds.

My work can’t begin with a picture. I have aphantasia and my mind does not hold images, so it starts somewhere else: with pressure, physical sensation, language or colour charge.

Synaesthesia often provides the first cue, but the paintings are not illustrations of memory or inner state. Those signals simply give me somewhere to begin.

Layers go on, come off, tilt and settle. What remains is the trace of those decisions. The painting is finished when it becomes its own argument.