When this weird thing called a ‘global pandemic’ came along ramming a big stick into the hamster wheel of life the words came gushing out, they continue to do so. A close friend of mine encouraged me to publish my words. The thought of seeing my poems laying sad and lonely in a dusty book on a well-heeled living room coffee table gave me the shivers, so, with a bucket of paste, a trusty brush and latterly my trusty poetry pistola i took my words to the streets. For centuries people have taken to walls to express themselves, to challenge mainstream media on a medium that is accessible to all free of charge. From the back of toilet doors to city walls debate has raged through generations. In these dystopian times it is imperative that voices be heard and opinions shared. the streets is where i share mine.
I find true joy in ripping and pasting my words on unsuspecting walls as the changing seasons batter the paste ups the impermanence brings me a source of great inspiration.
