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I was at the Bickershaw Festival with the greatest line-up I can remember. Look it up if you don’t believe me.

I travelled up north from London, with a bunch of mates. At some point a guy had wandered off, as you do. Everyone was stoned. His friend started calling out for him: ‘Wally, Wally, Wally…’

Then the cry was taken up by others in the vicinity: ‘Wally, Wally, Wally…’ Not too long before the Whole crowd, maybe 20,000 to 30,000 people relatively (they were small festivals in those days) were shouting: ‘Wally, Wally, Wally…’ I had never heard the expression ‘Wally’ as slang for ‘idiot’ before.

In a few years it became ubiquitous.

In a dream, I dreamt that I woke up in a hospital bed and the concerned medics were explaining that I was awake, but they did not know that I was dreaming them.
I was concerned too, that they could not see.

Perhaps the most divisive elements of consciousness that engender distrust and intolerance.

So you’re not like me, how could you be?

These are the rules and you will obey or be punished. These are the dictates of power, whose justification is social cohesion but are more accurately social controls.

Empathy, that transcends difference, is intrinsic to the mind free of judgement. But how can I maintain an identity, without the judgemental mind? With an awareness of ceaseless change, there is no need to. Interconnection is the key to understanding that ultimately there is no me and mine.

Let’s start at the beginning

I was about 7 or 8 years old. This would have been the late 1950s. Lying in bed and looking at the ceiling, then the walls. If I shot an invisible arrow in that direction, it would bounce off that angle and hit other wall. It’s an imaginary snooker in my head.

Indeterminacy was and continues to be a conundrum.

Why stop there? The beam of light was unimpeded by material considerations. It could just continue to deflect from one angle to the next, Walls, floor and ceiling are all interconnected. inertia was overcome and there were the windows too. The light beam could deflect off the glass and continue its angular foray.

Eventually, it could penetrate the glass. The sky was out there. There were clouds but there were no angles to bounce off. Where to go? Indeterminacy was and continues to be a conundrum.

Art, photography, philosophy, and life—these are all intertwined in ways that fascinate and inspire me every day. Through this journal, I hope to share glimpses of the ideas, reflections, and experiences that shape my creative practice and worldview.

From musings on Buddhist philosophy and the nature of consciousness, to explorations in photography and abstract art, this space will serve as a canvas for my thoughts. You’ll find reflections on the underlying connections that bind us to the world and insights into the processes behind my work.

This journal is not a place for conclusions, but for questions and curiosities—a way for me to deconstruct, explore, and share the journey. I invite you to join me as I reflect on the seen, the unseen, and everything in between.