It occurs to me every now and again about some of the unbreakable rules and regs that have been established. Seemingly unflinching, these control the vast majority of what artists produce. Sensible in nature, they are the wall between the ordinary and the unknown.

Dreamers..... its something we deep down inside, actually are. But our dreams are even more closer to reality than we even know. It is our distant thoughts of doubt which seem to always flood our souls and continuously fight with our hearts and minds almost every time. We are all special and we all hold hidden talents and artistic values that we may not recognize or feel we are worthy of displaying.

As I float my way through the vast ocean of art being made in this contemporary landscape, I am often thinking ahead. Not to what work will be created, but rather how this period in time will be remembered. There is no escaping the fact that art is all about looking backwards, to what has been created before. So what will this time, my time, be remembered for?