Inspiration to artists- whatever their discipline- is unique and personal. ‘Dark as a pocket’ were words put together by a writer friend. Those four words , removed from their context, have been going around in my head for the last few weeks. I do not know why but the are there, and I have learned not to question my intuition. They may inspire my painting, they may go away quietly one day. When I am in the studio, I listen to voices on the radio, I listen to music, and Dinah Washington from the Mercury Songbook fills me with smiles. I have just returned from a short holiday back to my native land refreshed and inspired; soaring skies, leaves of molten gold, air that zings. My inspiration comes from people, places, things, experiences- real and imagined. And when I face the blank canvas, I do not know what will be the end image. That not knowing and wanting to find out is why I paint.