All the titles in this series are lines from an excerpt of the Tennyson poem ‘in memoriam’ which alludes to the impermanence of what we believe to be reality. That the context by which we define ‘me’, the landscape within which we orientate ourselves is illusory and only exists because that makes us secure in the idea there is an i and we are within some thing.

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This work is a process of trying to fathom the notion that I am very much the do-maker of everything I perceive, hence the word ‘mutable’ that I have agency over that which I perceive, as what I perceive is me.

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These rather vague notions never really made concrete sense to me, until I realised that in the very creation of an artwork, I can see this universal idea carried out in miniature. When I work I have little prior knowledge as to what it will be or how it will look or turn out.

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It’s all a feeling, a sketch, a dance. One doesn’t really know what one will say until one utters the words, nor how one will move nor why the hand sketches or writes the marks it does. It’s an instant do-happening where the writer tells his secret which is as much a surprise to him as anyone else.