"My line is childlike but not childish. It is very difficult to fake... to get that quality you need to project yourself into the child's line. It has to be felt."
The Cy Twombly book happened to be out on the kitchen table - I'd been showing Chloe something in it before she went to school. After she left I turned around, and noticed the colours of the flowers echoing the image of the painting in the book. I like these more natural sort of photographs, the randomness of everyday life.
What do I want to express? The subject means little. The arrangement, the design, colour, shape, depth, light, space, mood, movement, balance, not one or all of these fills the bill. There is something additional, a breath that draws your breath into its breathing, a heartbeat that pounds on yours, a recognition of the oneness of all things.