The gift of the true creative is to imagine a work from that which is not yet there and then to leave the interpretation of the piece to the observer.

In this case, two blocks of wood are transformed into a story that can be told a billion, billion times, each in a different way.

The creative doesn’t seek ownership but gives it away, without payment or the need for feedback, allowing the audience to love or be indifferent.

From a single moment – a dot in time – in my case an early morning jog through Regents Park – flows an eternity of thought and emotion.