Ralph Emerson once wrote that “we may climb into the thin and cold realm of pure geometry and lifeless science, or sink into that of sensation. Between these extremes is the equator of life, of thought, or spirit, or poetry—a narrow belt.” It is within this narrow belt that my paintings exist, constantly conditioned by the liquid abyss of changing environments – the heritage of liquid modernity – and through my inner consciousness. What evolves are paintings in which experiences move in fluid coloration through barriers, memories and identities to surface as visions of personal spaces– places of rest, places of unrest – resonating the identity shifts of the everyday migrant life. Experiences that begin prior to our consciousness in the watery wombs of our mothers live within us in our later years in moments of recognition. Painting in these moments of recognition connects me to unconscious environments – to stories of my forbearers, my cultural and educational beliefs, my unconscious thoughts and dreams – interacting collectively rather than serially, like ‘all-at-once’ zones – timezones. These are huge moments in my painting for in the very act that produces these meaningful places there is a sense of belonging and solace – a personal place in the midst of a communal space. Neither memories nor dreams, these are wondrous moments in time.