I hope Martin Finnin will agree when I say he will be the first to admit his work does not pretend to build upon and develop further the grand theories of abstract art thrashed out in the 20th century. While great artworks and ideas may hover in the background, Finnin is, as he says, an intuitive artist. His canvases are personal explorations and wanderings, where chance has played a strong part. He largely happened upon his career as an artist, and continues to happen upon the tools, inventions and dialogue within his work. This does in no way diminish of course his clearly profound sense of colour and form. Finnin works on several canvases at once, building them up layer upon layer, which requires great patience, and then boldness when he strips them back to start again. His tools can be surprising: paint brushes are rarely the norm but perspex, cassettes, clothes or sleeves, leading to surprising inventions. Objects and ideas take shape in his work and as they evolve, they in turn lead the artist. The end result is imbued with a great sense of joy - a joy in a new colour or shape the artist has found, which we in turn can share.