"The land we tread is a revered place, it commands one to sit and listen. To be silent in its presence awaiting its tales. To observe every scar and physically interpret that which we know little about. For it can never be taken on as a whole. It’s entirety too magnificent. Marks are put down, a dialogue immerges, a rhythm builds momentum. There is much layering and colliding of marks, some are scratched, others blocked out. A process of excavation, until the artery is found, and the painting finds its course. An intangible process, that periodically evolves. It is sometimes gruelling, working on the precipice of consciousness, until reaching the sublime, when something of what one was grapelling for is intrinsically revealed."