Why. I. Deal. In. Breasts.

I grew up in a house where there was a bedroom with a wall laden with figurative female nudes. That was normal for me and my siblings. School friends, however, mentioned the nakedness. Jarring for them, perhaps, or maybe just magnetic? - as the bare body tends to be for most people, at any age. They would point out that there were ‘a lot’ of naked ladies on the wall. Yes, that was true. I had a suave, art collecting grandfather who had acquired a saucy crew in the latter years of his life, a collection that was passed on to my father. If only he could see me now and the path he unknowingly nurtured.

I’ve never really considered how deeply I considered these lyrical female forms as a child.

Breasts are hard not to stare at whatever your age, but I think the irreverence of my brush when I paint the female body, is indicative of the gesture and expression I studied and absorbed.The bodies I create are not personalised, but they are specific. They come from an internal source. They are an embodiment of an energy.

Sexual, not sexualised.

Soft, but only because they are inviting you to melt into them.

I believe the connection is made when the viewer is viewing their own body, or recognises the form as a body they know or have touched. It's instinctive.

Whether intentionally purchased to be so or not,
each painting is a shrine -
the female body;
the altar of life.