Tuesday, 14 September 2010


When I was in New York last November my Grandpop died of a sudden heart attack. He was my favourite fella in all the world and we had a heap of good times together. He built his house with his bare hands, and so for me, the light moving through the almost unoccupied halls and rooms, is an emotional cornerstone for what he was about. A huge influence to my life and work and I will miss him hugely.