'This painting zips and zaps when I look at it, it makes me think of a power line in a pool of water. These forms: facial, phallic, flaccid, flail and...
'This painting zips and zaps when I look at it, it makes me think of a power line in a pool of water. These forms: facial, phallic, flaccid, flail and flop about within the pictorial field. Read in relation to the painting’s other layers, they are subterranean; one eye ruptures the surface, emerges among the grasses. The roots snake through the others like capillaries. Another set of interlocked faces cuts through the surface; it is at its heart a fraught, social painting. Deep roots, relations, membranes all having to deal with each other.'