A SENSE OF REALITY

I think of paintings as visual poems.

A sense of rhythm or something still.  Something sensed and slowly revealed.  A mood portrayed as something visual. 
A glimpse made solid.  A shift in light.

I am interested in the beauty of the materials - both ground and pigment, texture and tactile quality, surface and mark. 
The pitch of the colour - how it resonates with light.  The dryness of the paint layer or its weight within the picture plane.