More than any material foam interrupts the sanctity of emptiness and absence.

Things are always moving.
What stays the same is the rate of movement.

I am man with spirit
I am a man with mind …

Our lives are led
the streets are full …

O poor me, Western artist
Tinkering with the scrapbook of 20C …

YOU CAN'T GET ENOUGH

Given that a road
Tapers off into the distance …

Art is like cancer …

Naked is
Walking down Darling Street fully clothed …

On a sharp spring day we are millenium shy …