I am a painter and printmaker 

- I make linocuts - living in Italy.

I am amazed how deeply painting, as an area of creativity, can touch the human spirit, and speak to us across centuries with such simplicity and on so many levels; what a marvellous language it is, containing multitudes and contradictions, so very mysterious but accessible.

"painting is shamanic magic, every new one you make or see breaks with the tradition, re-writes the history and makes new rules - one is left holding the familiar stuff like a skin that a snake shed - and that's how it should be.

I think it is our first instinctive language; so many contributed their talent and vision to where we are now - not that there is linear progress.

I wonder what the first painters would think about us.

it blows my mind where the artists are taking the contemporary painting at the moment - the colour, the attitude, freedom, intensity, the concept.

I also like that painting is not egalitarian anymore.

 

I studied painting in London and in Warsaw but mostly in the galleries of Europe and on the side of the road. 
What I see is always more mysterious than I can imagine.

Relating to reality can restrict colour and composition in painting but this tension gives the painting gravity and saves it from being merely decorative.

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The longer I paint the more I like paintings that are not quite perfect.

(The longer I live the more I like things and people that are not perfect.)