It all starts as a game with the unconscious through abstraction, no mental images preceding the act, no paintbrush yet, just plastic tupperware scrapers to drive the paint across the canvas and crumpled paper wipes or cellophane for their fractal dimension.
The play goes on until the emergence of meaning, the recognition of a pattern or the efflorescence of a figure. Then and only then does the mental image precede the act, and the paintbrushes can join in the action.
It can then be question of: emotional labyrinths, cellular embroidery, musical architecture, sub-atomic digression, acrylic emotion, fractal convolution, quantum elaboration or algorithmic abstraction, all in the service of telling a graphical tale, a macro and micro story, hopefully open to numerous interpretations, mostly left to the spectating interactors.