Like a recurrent dream, my work conjures up poetic images of something that was once familiar and is now lost, a memory that moves to a rhythm and holds all the emotions surrounding belonging or loss, or dreams of loss. Marcel Proust tells us that memory is not only in us; it is us. Hidden within our inner experiences — thoughts, feelings and sensations — are memories and for as long as I can remember I have loved fashion — the fabrics, silhouettes and designs. It is a love of the beauty of the fleeting — colour, line, texture, and light. Beauty has long been dismissed by the contemporary art world as superficial, shallow or vacuous but as the painter Agnes Martin explains, beauty is the mystery of life and my work celebrates it. I am not concerned to resolve anything, or to offer a nostalgic picture of something in the past but rather to create something that is both real and filled with detail and suggestive, without any of the suggestion being easy or obvious. The aim being that the work adds up to something beyond its components or within them, drawing the eye, touching the heart and inspiring a moment of contemplation.