I’m sat here in my studio; my home studio, as I await word on the date when I can collect the keys to my new studio in the town centre. I am wondering what to paint. There’s nothing unusual in that, not for me anyway. I work in a way that might be described as flying by the seat of my pants. There’s a way that I think paintings should be made – or perhaps, how a painting should look. There are subjects that I feel compelled to paint about; mostly concerning my immediate environment and personal objective experiences. But fusing these two elements is not always straight forward and the amount of work that goes on between landing on a particular subject and making a painting is not inconsiderable and is fraught with feelings of doubt and worthlessness. But, like I said – this is normal. I’ve learned to live with it and have a little faith in the process.