Till we open the window the sun sleeps

When will we realise we are prisoners? When will we realise the joys we reach for and windows of escape we seek are maya's tricks? When we follow our heart's unquietude to the soul's stumbling joys, and God's impossible brilliance. This poster collection begins as watercolours, gestural pieces, aching as in their shorthand they seek to follow the soul's impossible blandishments, then they are photographed as the sun throws its lancing rays. Now come words, that reduce the ache to word, revealing, obscuring, liberating, by forcing us to wander.