Hindsight is a beautiful thing

I paint, I draw: with mixtures, with photography, with words, with marks; with the raw earth, with the restless oceans, with the breath of a summer's evening, as the shadows creep longer across the lawn... I work with time, and the immeasurable spaces of experience within... tangible traces, evidence left behind, records; process in action, stilled. I work in the now, and distill it when it has become past. Hindsight is a beautiful thing. It is only upon reflection that the seemingly insignificant defines itself and becomes symbolic. There is beauty in such poignant breaths. Interconnecting pathways and subtleties of existence become sublime moments of consideration. A pause for contemplation. There is no such thing as an insignificant moment: every pebble of now forms the vast mountain of yesterday, and the great realm of tomorrow's possibilities. ​

Emergence