Many things I do leave some kind of remnant behind. When I paint or clean, this could be a wipe, cleaning cloth or dirty work clothes. These are traces, artefacts, perhaps even ‘relics’ of everyday life.
These remnants that are created without thought, without intention or meaning often appeal to me more than an explicitly created work of art. The absence of intention to have meaning and/or value, an existence not governed by all the rules and principles in our visual arts ecosystem allows for a wonderful spontaneous splendour to be born.
Of my recent social art projects, too, there are left-over workpieces that, without the story of the project, take on a whole new meaning, a meaning of their own.

Drawings I did 30 years ago appear to have become remnants; from the first phase of my artistic career which no longer seems all that important now. For years, I have been photographing scenes that show something that shouldn’t actually be seen. Like the back of a traffic sign or covered sockets in an exhibition room.

In the last two years, I have been experimenting with bringing these unconnected ‘workpieces’ together. To my surprise, they ‘work’ well together but also look great as pieces in their own right. It seems they no longer need me. I’m more editor than creator.