I used to build up to sensation, accumulating tension until it released a perceptual experience.
As the artist picks his way along, rejecting and accepting as he goes, certain patterns of enquiry emerge.
Focusing isn't just an optical activity, it is also a mental one.
An artist's early work is inevitably made up of a mixture of tendencies and interests, some of which are compatible and some of which are in conflict.
For me nature is not landscape, but the dynamism of visual forces.
I think this lack of a center has something to do with the loss of certainties that Christianity had to offer.