I never could have thought my keyboard transforms so naturally into a grand piano every time I write. The prelude, the exposition, the recapitulation: it's my mind that creates; the fingers execute.

Blog

Poles, Cables, Pandemic & Prussian Blue/23rd May 2020


the brexit diaries/31st January 2020


St Ives/ undated


30th March 2018/ Of Nodes and Internodes


15th February 2018/ Words get in the way


Impression