TEXTURA SERiES
Painting by instinct, not instruction.
Textura (formerly known as "Canvas", until it sounded too much like a discount camping store) is where things get a bit more hands-on and slightly more chaotic.
This series of abstract acrylic and enamel paintings picks up where the photographs leave off: surface, gesture, imperfection, and that inexplicable satisfaction you get when a streak of paint accidentally looks like it means something profound.
Unlike the camera, which politely captures what already exists, these paintings are made from scratch. No reference, no plan - just layers, loops, scratches, and colour doing whatever it wants (within reason).
The art of making a mess, then making sense of it.
Each piece starts with a blank surface and a vague idea, and then veers off completely. Paint is poured, dragged, smeared, scratched. Some works are loud and gestural, others more tangled and intricate. There's usually a point where it all looks dreadful, then, somehow, it turns a corner.
It's not about telling a story. It’s about feeling your way through one. The same curiosity that fuels the camera; texture, time, decay, balance is at play here, only louder, messier, and often involving more cleaning up afterwards.
There are echoes of the outside world in these surfaces: rusted fences, worn-down floors, rain-stained walls.
But here, they're born from the body, from movement, from reaction. From letting the materials speak first, and figuring it out as you go.
Where control meets chaos (and loses)
These works are done quickly. Not because there’s a rush but because the moment decides what happens. There’s an honesty in that.
The colours are often bold; reds, yellows, blues - grounded with white, black, or washed-out greys. Simplicity keeps the attention on the stuff that matters: gesture, energy, texture.
And while they may not “say” anything specific, they do hold something: a rhythm, a tension, an emotion you can’t quite name.
Like a memory you half-remember, or a feeling that makes more sense the longer you sit with it.
Textura is about that quiet space between impulse and intention.
It’s messy, meditative, sometimes frustrating - but always honest.
A kind of visual thinking. Or possibly overthinking.
Either way, it’s all there, layered in paint.
