Accidental abrasions and brutal blemishes combine with poetic hues of corrosion to create painterly abstractions that express spontaneity and passion, yet remain tantalisingly elusive and unfathomable.

Impassioned marks of varying tempo, weight and direction caress, lacerate, disrupt, elaborate, repeat and integrate – their formlessness conspiring to create images reminiscent in their spiritual presence of the work of Twombly and Pollock.

Yet, for all these associations, these inspired, but complex, compositions are forged not by artists but by impassive machines, the bruising brushstroke of rusting chains and the indifferent hand of decay. As such, they are ultimately resistant to verbalization and uncongenial to traditional analysis.

They are what they are – random imperfections, mistakes and accidents that, articulated through the eye of the artist, have found life.

A chemistry of aesthetics that, despite their brooding cohesiveness, question the very nature of their own artistic existence.