I’m eclectic, word, image and object vie for position in whatever I think I’m doing or making. Writing is a deceiver, not an easy option, but it can find a different flow beyond itself. Equally an image in my mind’s eye may be clear then in practice collapses as a mess of confusion. Objects are quite helpful in their pragmatic solidity and often just ask for a fresh point of view to become new selves. I conceive my ‘art’ as a vessel moulded through any process, material, action, or intervention. It could be a print, a book, a textile or a sculpture or a space, a conversation, a song. I aspire to poetic narrative however told and shared.