Primal hunter and gather follows the stars – Industrial urban dweller walks a horizonless path. Unexpressed primal magic leaks out; it sneaks from under the carpet, it meanders down the alley way, up onto the walls and expresses its self with lines, colour and shape. It feeds the star deprived senses, it is totally craving flight.
There is a stale mate on this horizonless landscape; my feet are pounding a pavement of pessimism. My world is two dimensional, I’m a snapshot on someone’s face book, I need relief. Not the type that inebriation brings but the relief of effortless rhythmic flight.
Tapestry Girl 