“For we live with those retrievals from childhood that coalesce and echo throughout our lives, the way shattered pieces of glass in a kaleidoscope reappear in new forms and are songlike in their refrains and rhymes, making up a single monologue. We live permanently in the recurrence of our own stories, whatever story we tell.”
I wear boots and drink champagne and call myself a writer and photographer and collector and teacher. I like art museums and fresh crabmeat, the trains in Sri Lanka, novels and children and starlight and people who are a little bit mad. Sessions are often spent dashing around, chasing laughter and light, and followed by a visual yarn to unravel over time.