On the subject of polarity and the things which push and pull — the invisible forces of creation.

Two opposite sides of the same coin that spin effortlessly which, from afar, seem like a sphere floating in space.

I use filters to change the day into night and the night into day.

Pure and adulterated, the path presents itself through the forest and city.

Munching on sweet and sour gummy bears bought at the late-night shop while a tire rolls through, slippery and sharp, drifting in the reflection.

The regular who works daily and the extraordinary (critic) who just looks on — they maintain the delicate balance by keeping us always a little off.

A peepshow of some kind.

What am I going on about — neither this nor that — always some doubt on the endless grid of possibility.

The image in this constant shuffling is pressed; a fragment of life is caught in thick paint and cotton paper.

Trapped and released with each attempt to interpret.

A dance with two left feet and two right shoes, in the spectre of the night, as the World smiles at us.