Can't see the silence for trees.

I don't know if I am the same as everybody else but I always need to find a corner of santuary. Back in England it was a rough sea crashing in on a deserted simple beach in the early winter months. Now, being based in Berlin its the forests of Brandenburg. These vast cathedrals with stretching columns in need of light, a roof as intricate as any stained glass window casting its theater of shadows on a floor that is a silent museum of the past and future in one. The hymns one hears in this house vary and reflect the inner and outer forces of man and nature and one seems aways alone.

I will be forever experimenting with forest as a motive.