This painting has a photographic quality, reminiscent of the earliest photographs. Rarely do my works contain figures, but here there is the blurred outline of an entity as if it couldn't escape before the image was fixed. The surroundings are made up by tendrils of ink reading as sprawling plants, with misty cliffs high up in the distance.
I am interested in the relationship between presence and absence, and the marks that things leave behind. For me, this painting captures a moment between these two states, as the figure is neither absent nor present.