Studio Blog and thoughts

A place for collecting my thoughts and ideas about my painting

There are moments in the studio when language fails not out of lack, but excess. The world speaks in rhythms too deep for grammar, in shimmer and silence, in the gold swirl behind closed eyes. I’ve come to think of this as the ‘unwritable world’ a terrain of feeling, memory, and myth that resists transcription but demands attention.

In this space, I don’t paint what I see. I paint what leads. The harbinger is my guide not a prophet, but a pulse. A flicker in the periphery. A frisson. A glint of something that arrives before meaning, before image. It’s the moment just before recognition, when the brush moves not toward a subject but through it.

To navigate this world, I’ve had to learn a different kind of listening. Not to words, but to rhythm. Not to form, but to absence. Dyslexia and afantasia shape this listening they strip away the expected and leave me with structure, texture, and the felt architecture of thought. I don’t picture the world. I sense its weight. Its shimmer. Its tilt.