I like to get my hands dirty
painting
gardening
First I jumped into a sea of colours, splashed around and took a long dive. When I came up for air I took a deep breath and opened my eyes: I saw a drawing board! I saw that colours alone don’t cut it. I wanted more!
Now I live in a junk yard. I collect the things that visit me and laugh at me and ask me to abuse them and tell my story of chaos and delight.
I am trying my best to please them, and let this poem be my guide.
We work in the dark
we do what we can
we give what we have.
Our doubt is our passion
and our passion is our task.
The rest is the madness of art.
Henry James, 1893