…there’re not.
I understand why they can appear that way on a phone screen or in a photograph. But if you stand in front of one of my paintings in the studio or exhibited on a wall, you’ll notice something else. Deep blues. Greens. Browns.
Violets. Colours that don’t announce themselves but slowly emerge as your eyes adapt to the surface.
I call them undefined colour washes. The paintings ask for contemplation rather than a quick glance. The paintings don’t reveal themselves immediately, and that is intentional.
The mystery is intentional and relational. I have never wanted to make work that gives everything away in a second. Life isn’t simple it is layered, psychologically complex and vulnerable.
My paintings carry this internal landscape. I want my paintings to carry that same experience. They ask you to stay a little longer, to question what you think you see, and perhaps to look a little deeper into yourself, silently.
These paintings are not black. They are made from accumulated layers of pigment, light, imagination, and colour. What appears dark at first gradually unfolds into something else.
It’s often easier to label something than to truly experience it.