An about page. Hm. Boring. Time for a new way of describing the indescribable. Art, and why it is made. My art. Why? What on earth is it all for? I make art because I don’t know what else to do. Nothing else serves my purpose better than art. I
Now, my memories of dangerous dreams seem prescient. But who would have believed me? Perhaps there is a role for me to play in this after all, because I feel like I’ve been awake and hiding, for too long. It’s time to come out of the closet and shut the door behind us.
It seems that my deep breathing and cold shower routine is cleaning up my colours. References: Wim Hof (aka The Ice Man) would no doubt agree! 👍 Peace out Hippies 😍😎🤗