You could be intrigued by what inspires me: the desire to highlight the essential prerequisite for a happy life – connection, because connection, I believe, breeds compassion. By portraying a lack of connection (through some of my figures having no dimension or colour), I see my paintings as a positive reminder to do the opposite. Each artwork holds a tiny story, a fleeting glimpse of humans who, at that point in time, are disconnected: thoughts behind conversations, some personal, some fictional, some humorous, others actual.

All too often we can be disconnected; busily ruminating about a humorous comment we’ve made in September 2003 to a lift full of shoppers on a miserable Saturday afternoon after tripping upon entry and wondering “Did that comment offend anyone that day and how stupid did I look?” Oh wait… is that just me?

My point is or rather my question is, does any of the above matter? Are you the kind of person who buys art based on what others think, past performance, how cool the artist appears to be, if it has the right blue in it or the artist’s credentials back up what you feel might be good work? Or, do you buy art just because you like it? If you are any of these or none of the these, it is of no consequence.

What matters, I think, is, do you love what you see? Do you like my art? Does it make you happy? Does… it… make…YOU… happy? Even the creepy guy who buys the saddest, darkest piece of art possibly imagined is happy when he hands over his dosh is he not?

If my art does make you happy then I am sincerely humbled and the creative right hemisphere of my brain is gleefully jumping up and down on it's tiny, neuron legs.

And you, what about you? What will you do about it? Will you hang that bit of happiness on your wall?