Fiona Jane Hall
When I paint I have little idea of where I am headed. I have no plan. Often I paint on used objects that already have their own story. I work intuitively. Every action or process or material has its own tale; a dream or memory, a hope or fear. Each smear of thick sticky paint or old toy or scrap of fabric becomes a part of me as I struggle to express myself. As I work the painting itself leads me on.