I ponder on the two dancers at the centre of this work. In time, at points of time, they dance as twenty two.

Art of any kind is made from fragments. Small incomplete pieces: of light, sound, movement, memory, shape, something touched or thought. 

Art happens in place or time and sometimes both. With painting it is a place for there is no painting without this. 

With music it is time for there is no music without this.

Making art brings together or presents fragments of my experience and ideas with care for its form.