Reading

I’m reading again. It’s not so funny, but after I turned fifty I lost interest in about 100% of things I had enjoyed up until that point. Slowly, after years of persevering, I’ve been able to claw back some of those treasured distractions. Reading is...

Poetry

I’ve always wanted to make poetry without words. So I’ve begun to learn about writing in the hope that it rubs off in my life. I want it to invisibly effect me. Poetry has always been a mystery, and a draw. In recent months it’s totally sucked me in....

Misremember

Six years ago a large 5TB RAID backup drive died. I mounted a costly “recovery” project and amidst the work that was rescued—in addition to an astounding amount of replicated files—were an extraordinary number of glitch files. At the time, not all of these messed up...

Incomplete Architectures

It’s impossible not to encounter construction when walking in the city. The perpetual cycle of demolition and rebuilding continually plays out in every street and neighbourhood. This cycle becomes the life blood of every large place. The respiration of urbanity. The...

Six Sheets of Plywood

Six Sheets of Plywood are colour photographs of Balsa-wood models painted with varying concentrations of Mars black acrylic. The model acts as a place holder for a planned life size sculpture. The idea percolated and manifested over several months and is originally...