Entangled

Brushwood is an almost impenetrable kind of vegetation, it’s the kind of nature that resists the human touch, and so allows other life forms a haven. As a painter the word ‘brushwood’ offers a play with words; brush-wood. The inner images are painted into woods of brush strokes, let loose in a land on the linen surface. The painting itself becomes a haven for these thoughts and ideas, a brushwood on linen where they are safe to live and communicate with others.

To wander within our own brushwood is to be lost in thought. In a time when we are supposed to use our time efficiently and to have clear and measurable goals, it can be a quiet act of resistance to let our minds wander freely through thought and time. It can be both difficult and a pleasure, and maybe we end up finding what we didn’t know we sought.