Despite its unsettling affect, a certain degree of chaos is crucial in my creative process.

I start work early each morning after enjoying a glimpse of the sky - walking out into a changed world frees me from the confines of my mind. My routine is to then set about making something. At present, first thing, I use words. I make for two hours before I take a short break to drink and eat.

Not all my day is forged by routine, but its start allows me to better manage my freedom and chaos.

The nature of what I make is profoundly affected by my emotional life. How I feel about a person, people, nature, objects and ideas is not always consciously present as I make, but my emotional preoccupations quietly transform my choices about what should go where, and when.

Expressed more simply: what I make comes from my state of love. More generally: how I act comes from my state of love: whether I love, am loved, I am in love, or yearn for love.

Humans respond to music forcefully. Music’s concrete and functional purpose serves as a means of our coming together. Music immediately and positively affects my whole being. It has a profound physiological and emotional impact. It stops me in my tracks and is the food and flood to my being with, either in its moment, or my memory. Music is far more than a pleasurable distraction. It is a place of pattern, rage and beauty that settles my spirit. When I move with another with music, I offer my love.