Perhaps this is really just how I experience the world as I grow up; in layers of chaos, sometimes sharp and in focus as if things really do make sense and then suddenly it all falls apart and becomes less precise as if the world around me is just a result of a cruel and exciting process of Occam’s Razor like incidents.  The meaning of life exposes itself now and again through a recognisable narrative form only to slip away behind broken and smudged cultural boundaries, confused values, and theatre like world affairs. The task for me as a painter is to attempt to translate what feels like an odd wriggling around of what one might try to call truth. Sometimes I feel like I work for CERN inside the Hadron Collider.