I change my mind all the time but everything seems to stem from painting. There are a lot of paintings in my studio which is usually where I begin. There are also tools and machines and books with good pictures. Everything is on wheels so I can move it all around and jumping from the etching press onto the industrial sewing machine. I’m lucky that my studio is quite high at the moment, so I use and hang things from the rafters.

Monotypes on paper are echoed in printed elements appearing on canvas. Paintings are cut and cropped if necessary and sewn into other paintings. Offcuts are pulped and turned into mulch that is pressed into rag paper, a process I borrowed from watching trees.

Energy is hard to explain. Whatever this frantic desire to make is I have given up trying to control it.