Mellow morning mist, to pervading evening fog. A horse’s strong gallop, brisk canter, or modest trot. The fluctuating beat of the heart; the pounding, clashing, trickling rain as it falls, the frothing tide - its watery splash resounding so sonorously as it hits the shore.

The whizzing, yet seemingly fixed motion of the heavenly bodies; the fizzing pop of lightning, the choleric rumbling of a volcano before the calamitous surge of all the content held within. 

As I see it, these have all the elements of repetition, flow, metronome, rhythm, pace & punctuation.  Sometimes that punctuation is a subtle comma, other times a bold, thick exclamation mark. Variations in pitch, tone, volume, melody. Variations in density, scale, pattern and texture. Variations in theme, content and motif. This is my work, encapsulated. Yet the desire is not for dissonance and disparity, despite all the competitive clamour. 

Rather, the intention - when all is said and done, when all is read and viewed -  is for witnesses to say, “That part is quite striking, that part ugly, yet somehow it all comes together as a whole’. This is my desire, on the part of whosoever should engage with my work. I am an artist and poet, simultaneously inhabiting the literary and visual worlds, and I see no separation. To my eyes, and to my ears, to all senses, both are one.