Even if all that we are
Will come to pass

The world will still turn
And perhaps we will forget
What the world looked like
Reflected in the blind mirror
That you gave me

The gift of showing
What cannot be seen

I use recognisable objects and materials, which may have a direct connection with each other. But I disturb the context in which they now find themselves, creating a poetic tension that asks the viewer to stop and look, and perhaps to see.