

Singing in Silence
The Splashing Dance

10 July 2021
Often I wish I had a lick of knowing what to write to present my work or to engage with people. Yet engaging with people seems not to be my strong function.
I work constantly on the inner landscape, in a way which leaves me with ports not much suited to dock with others and exchange thoughts or frequency. I continue to broadcast because that is also my nature.
In my 'Journal of Intermittent Misery', I wrote about the difficulty felt in putting a piece of SpheresData into a basic video and broadcasting on Youtube. I do my work because it is a torrent of data which flows like water from the earth. It would crack through any stopper valve I ever tried to shove into place to stop that cascade and go live a 'normal' life.
I do not enjoy how the way of my work and my emanating persona place me into a void space, a still traverse where others seem not to walk often or at all. I cannot entice folk to engage with me much.
Encouraging breakthrough would be welcomed by multitudes.