The work I am engaged in is pretty much what artists have always applied themselves to. In that my work is not only figurative but at times, narrative, there are people, places and things in my work that are being rescued from impermanence . There are animals in them that are passing from our lives. There are buildings in them that have a grandeur of disuse and ruin. There are social mores and rituals that are lapsing into obscurity; myths retold in 21st century parlance, geishas and racehorses and sad clowns. There are people in them that hung the moon for me, for most of my life, who proved as impermanent as balloon animals at a birthday party. There are fragments of references to advertisement and mass media in my painting, and usually a jet spewing chemtrails somewhere in the sky of an outdoor scene, as a post-millennial time stamp on the picture plane.