When I was about thirteen, I looked around me at all the people rushing about, each one absorbed in their own world and it seemed to me each was living a different reality; why, I asked myself, should I believe my own reality rather than anyone else’s? This question has been at the root of my thinking ever since. Different realities seek different types of explanations; different “Truths”. We can only perceive relationships and patterns of relationships, yet this central, fundamental fact about the nature of our knowledge seems difficult, nigh impossible for human beings to keep in mind. We want the “right answer” and we want to fall within our own perception. This is no small matter: we go to war, kill and torture because of it (or because of a belief in the Absolute Right of power, money and survival). The progress of my thought has been marked by certain works across a variety of disciplines from medicine to Zen Buddhism, from communication theory to poetry. Forty years is a lot of thinking and I feel the need to give it expression – to leave my mark on the cave wall. The type of expression that I require is poetic: synthetic rather than analytic.

An exhibition in Montreux of aspects of my reflections on the nature of reality and perception and including digital images developed over the last 27 years of the ‘Lac Léman’ and the ‘Dent du Jaman’.
The result of twelve years research into the conditions within which people learn best and offers an alternative to school.
An on-going project about the nature of reality and my art. I perceive it as a continual conversation between myself and the world, a continual discovery which can never be fixed:

I cannot reduce the world to the brutality of certainty. The more I look the more the complexity of surface and shadow shifts and elude me. My understanding; the act of perception bears no relation to the photographic stamp of instantaneous equality. It is pure process, shifting as mood. Endless approximations always precipitating on the brink of chaos. Without time we are nothing more than angels transfixed in perfection from which there is no release..

A poetic, interactive exploration of the nature of love and the nature of knowing.
A book in progress concerning the nature of human perception and drawing

Original Ideas, words and Images