Stumbling upon the source of a river or spying some half-unearthed artifact in a remote field holds a place in my imagination when I’m out walking. Both desires are metaphors for exploring the caves, tunnels, underground lakes of the unconscious. When I was young i wanted to be an archaeologist of course, but then realised id rather make the artefacts than find them in the mud. I seem to have been playing hide and seek with materials recently. Burying them. Revealing them. Ive also hurt my leg which makes painting very painful. Perhaps that explains the red and black.