One day I hope my paintings catch up with the dramatic titles which illustrate my thoughts. More seriously, I can see some promise in my current paintings. My relocation next year really places me exactly where I would want to be as a landscape painter. From that point onward I cannot offer up any excuses in terms of my output. I cannot use the word commitment, I don’t think I have earnt it, more like consistency. I hope that at least it will re-ignite my enthusiasm, I feel I am dabbling at the moment.