Sitting in this caffe… working hours, my mind and body refuse to do what I'm supposed to be doing. My mind scans for possibilities of...

It would be... asking the right question. Questions can be to a person what a chisel is to a rock. Removing away everything that do not...

If I imagine the world as a big land of sand (for a moment) and each person on the planet is leaving a trail as they go… that's how I...

I want to colour the air — the space where I stand, the things that I do, the interactions I have. I want to colour them me — pouring my...