Underneath each painting there are 20 layers od different coloures and slightley different features, like flashbacks of a life that i am painting, every so often she is fhinished and yet as soon unraveled loose open same painting is undone. So how to fill up a woman and a life which uncontrolabley slips out of my hands .. I played music to the godesses and it seems the repeated chanting, cleaned up the pieces , and i am looking at something tihis morning which is alive, there are more coulour shaeds in this face than any i have done, its almost vibratting electricity the painting is a song, moving like the rytham that completed it.