Painted on repurposed tiles, using leftover paint, this body of work is an exercise in stretching my intuition as a painter, using materials that may ordinarily go to waste. Each piece evolves in a mostly unplanned way – from shapes that build on shapes, from memory, or from basic line drawings collected from the landscape. Using leftover paint on randomly coloured and textured surfaces, encourages less predictable choices. As David Hockney said, 'Limitations are really good for you. They are a stimulant."

The show is really one piece of work, made up of many small figments of 'imagination', positioned like random sparks in space. Making the work has asked me to question what 'imagination' truly is - is it possible to create in a complete vacuum void of any inspiration? Or does everything we do involve imagination. What qualifies as an 'imagined landscape'? Where does imagination start and end? And perhaps most importantly, are these landscapes simply seen as interpretations from my own imagination, or is it actually the viewer's imagination that really brings meaning to each.