To name the thing I do…its too tricky! If I try then something infinite, beautiful and above all transient, becomes narrow and boxed and contained in such dull light that the something becomes almost invisible. So I’ll leave that task to far more skilled wordsmiths and thinkers who take on the challenge as an art form in itself.
I can say it is a privilege and a discipline to wait and see. To look at colours changing, shapes shifting, flowers growing, people moving, a million stories all one and the same. I want to get to know them so that I might know myself and find the truth somewhere, nestled constant while light passes its illusions from one horizon to the next.