I love beginning a painting when I no idea where it’s going to go. When it becomes about the music around me, the paint, the colors and the energy. This emerged from the end of my brushes almost by osmosis which is a silly thing to say on the one hand but it really did just ‘happen’. Maybe it’s a ‘creative happening’ if I’m going to channel that great marketing man Andy Warhol? It became and the only bit of conscious decision making I had was where I was going to screen print the yellow feathers…..