I've always found it easier to talk about my work in poetry, which I hear sometimes in the studio.
There is a tension between order and everything falling apart.
I wrote you a letter.
Please read it from left to right.
It’s a sequence of thoughts, A sequence of numbers,
A sequence of shapes.
Please read between the lines.
The words are unimportant.
As weightless as a leaf of paper.
It’s the marks that matter.
It’s the trace of hand,
The persistence of voice
In the face of peril and time.
It’s good to see you again
I’ve been gone so long
But I’m home now
Yes, like Persephone
It’s dark here, mm-hmmm
No one minds if you spend whole days
Lost in the overwhelming beauty of ordinary life
And there is plenty of room for failure
I did not want you to worry about that