Heart.

When I took this set of photographs I had in mind the part between the head and the hands.

World leaders are the head with an iron lung attached and the 9-5ers are the hands of a daily trudge working in vain for an invisible slave wither they see it or not.

I want to be your heart.

Artists are the heart. Art keeps your soul and your spirit apart. Your soul needs exercise your sprit needs feeding. Feeding…in a different room to your soul.

‘Get rid of the random elements’ you said.
I can’t get that out of my head.
I had to dig to get this far.
If my physical mind and body must suffer to get what I need, they will.
The closest I ever came to understanding myself was when I was taken by the hand and physically dragged to your beautiful land.

You keep my elements in tack and merge my connection between achievement and soul. But mental contact requires practise and patients. But while I’m looking for reasons to create the junkie is angry and tetchy.

I found the situation. It is perfect, a true breeding ground for ideas. It just needs food and thought.