My attraction to watercolour is hard to convey. It’s transparent nature has the potential to mystify. When I see a well-done watercolour painting it makes me feel as though I am looking into a distant memory that has just barely escaped obscurity or a ghost that refuses to cut loose its fetters. When I get out my watercolours I do so with the intention of encapsulating or chronicling, in some abstract way, a memory that I feel is at risk of either being forgotten or under-appreciated – but that it was at risk at all of being missed is something I also want to communicate. I’d like to think that anything rendered well in watercolour is an image that will linger with a viewer, haunt them like a restless but congenial ghost.