More than any material foam interrupts the sanctity of emptiness and absence.Read More
Things are always moving.
What stays the same is the rate of movement.
I am man with spirit
I am a man with mind …
Our lives are led
the streets are full …
O poor me, Western artist
Tinkering with the scrapbook of 20C …
YOU CAN'T GET ENOUGHRead More
Given that a road
Tapers off into the distance …
Art is like cancer …Read More
Walking down Darling Street fully clothed …
On a sharp spring day we are millenium shy …Read More