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My life’s conundrum put’s pressure on me to find, view, appreciate and manipulate imagery.

The imagery is already in my dna—that’s why I am drawn to it. Geometric images, exotically coloured images, rhythmic images, textures, clouds, water, drapery, spheres, contraptions.

Great images settle in my mind and in my body and compel me to make something from the image—make something with my hands or with words. Not something that mimics the image, but something that has a conversation with the image.

The conundrum is why [?].