On and on, and on, and on it goes
The world it just keeps spinning
Until I'm dizzy, time to breathe
So close my eyes and start again anew
I think the only way to describe this is if you listen to an amazing song really loud and spin around in circles, preferably in a field with lots of bright magic sparkle filled lights, and keep spinning till you become a child again and feel so dizzy you may fall over!!!So now your on my wavelenght, my work is similar to this. I'm interested in exploring poetics through mixed media, a muddle of what is familiar and what is unfamiliar!
Poetics is sculpture?
Poetics is image?
Poetics is text?
Poetics is sound?
Poetics is you?
Poetics is Poetics?
So here the journey begins............
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