I appreciate the way that a painting acts as a documentation of time. During its making (and sometimes even beyond this), a painting seems to undergo an osmosis of its surroundings. One could achieve a similar archival effect with writing, photography, or illustration. Painting is much less practical than these methods, but as a result gains a certain exploratory freedom. Like spreading a net to catch falling debris, while you can manipulate it to avoid particular things and prioritise others, something unpredictable always ends up trapped. Often it can take a long time before one realises what has been captured in the finished piece. Most of the time it is not what one expected it to be about. In this way, a painting has the capacity to keep reinventing itself and a tendency to unexpectedly veer off-course. I am fascinated by this documentation process. No matter what you paint or how you approach painting, it is first and foremost, a record of some kind.