work in progress
Most of the time when making my own work it’s instinctual, I’m lead by things to which I’m drawn to, and am pondering….
… recently I’ve been thinking about time; the past and the now, how one is borne of the conception of the other and vice versa. We’re not as advanced as we seem to think. Moments flow on, lives are lived, places remain. Stone always crumbles as does flesh and bone. Hubris is rattling about these days I’m trying to find other voices
