I call myself an art finder.
In My Eyes is the world as I see it — the small, fleeting moments of beauty and poetry that quietly appear in everyday life. Art, to me, is a way of being in the world, a way of noticing. Seeing is far more subtle than we often realise, and sometimes far more sublime.
I move carefully around the word artist. Not out of doubt, but out of respect. Art feels too vast and too intimate to claim expertise over — at once grand and fragile, extraordinary and ordinary. I don’t stand above it; I walk alongside it, attentive to what it reveals…
Wedding
A wedding is the dance of hands entwined
and feet learning their first steps.
When the violin cries and petals scatter,
how does it feel
to have the world’s gaze upon you?
Oh Lord, Heaven and Earth
Oh Lord, Heaven and Earth. Can you see me in the mud?
Take my desire, my animal breath, and then leave me cold as stone.
Concrete Jungle and Dark Monsters
Be careful when you wander through the concrete jungle.
Watch the magic lights.
The streets are full of dark monsters.
Run.
Run toward the howling train.
Frosty Forest, Frosty Forest
Frosty forest, frosty forest,
a little creature crawls in the dark.
I hold my breath.
I hold my palms.
Let me dream a dream
where spring sleeps in her heart.
In a fish tank
In a fish tank,
I cannot relate to your excitement.
I struggle for a freedom
that seems not to exist.
But I believe
I would be happier
in another tank.