ardent for all hedonisms I practise the divine art of astrology by night and capture the seering wake of my being on a 1975 ricoh 35 ZF camera, a very productive artist I am not, yet true artists aren't so organised with their transcendental yearnings and remain, alone, quiet, confused and spaced out for quite a number of days before creativity deigns to come, creativity itself is a phenomena, why do some produce the best art in general? where does authenticity really lie?

tis' the year 2010 and all that comes is a wave of cool, indifferent representations of vintage this, vintage that, photographic artists should listen to their intuition about a photo, not their head, for crazed visionaries are the geniuses of the world, nothing can break the barrier of modern days' austeric pathetic disposition than the old favourite, msytical glamour.