ART AND METAPHYSICS
Back in my youth, around the time I turned eighteen, my parents converted our double garage into a little flat for me to live in, complete with its own tiny bedroom, bathroom, lounge and private entrance. An inner, lockable connecting door gave me access to the rest of the house.
Pulse – A smooth transition. Slowly, the focus shifts and I’m on the bus, looking at everybody, bodies moving around, being important, doing important things. And my thoughts bunch up in tight, urgent clusters, groping for my attention, trying to out-do the importance of everyone else. In moments like this,