Ellington's famous song "It don't mean a thing if it ain't got that swing" somehow describes, how I paint. I feel that my use of colour is about that "jazzy" expressiveness. I like to describe my approach as a form of (jazz) improvisation. I don't care about the photographic detail. I am fascinated by how my splashes of colour come together when I hammer layer after layer with my paint knife on the canvas (or paper in this case). Like sound, colour can be described by its frequency. Every time I am astonished by what results from my paint process. Each of my paintings evolves through a mashup of colour frequencies that surprisingly find an excited state of equilibrium in their cacophonic entanglement. I am convinced that this sort of precarious balance is already inherent in the colour palette I use and not something that I make. And each time my patience is challenged when the process still hasn't returned the desired result, even worse when it seems impossible that it will ever conclude well. Each time it is a moment of relief and joy when wondrously and surprisingly the desired equilibrium emerges and I can say "it's finished".