The funny thing is that I have been aware of this work for a while now. Been reading about it. Various publications. I liked what I read. I lapped up the visuals. But when I finally got around to locating and visiting the gallery (bit of a stupid, mental block with regards to going to places that I don't know how to get to. Another example of being an idiot), I had no idea that this work was here. I discovered it. But still didn't twig what it was. Then the penny dropped. I utterly loved it. The fragments started me thinking about my own work. My own use of fragements and bits and bobs. I went to the Harley gallery on a grey sunday afternoon. Expecting to have a nice time. But not quite prepared for the complete turnaround in my own creative vision which has plagued me since. I have started working. The sort of working that cannot stop for things like sleeping and eating. Can't switch my brain off. But it's ok. Am maybe a bit pleased with what I'm doing. Time will tell.