I wanted to write. I always had. I couldn’t explain it or contain it, just a need to put stories into a semblance of order and to have my own creations. The pride that I felt at completing a project has not waned, in fact the ideas can’t get to the page fast enough sometimes. Everything gives me ideas and material, everything I encounter in my visual and audio capacity is taken in, stored and studied for what they might become, for where they may end up. But sometimes I still look back at my very first projects and remember where it all began…

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