Walking through the cracks of
life I try to create what is not…
Above all suspend something more;
something artistically assertive.

I trample on the flowers and
I photograph the mud.
Hang the photographs
of the achievements
in halls of recognition…
Hoping that simply
by being among ‘greatness’
they will be transformed
from art into Art
and I will be perceived
as a real artist…

In doing so I realised
that the Artist is not defined
by their Art.

The Art is defined
by the Artist.