This was drawn in 2011, and reflects my desire to express an internal mood in my pictures, and not any external reality. I wanted to find out what I could achieve in that regard with the very precise tools of pen, ink and coloured pencil, which do not satisfy me when applied impressionistically and at speed. It was the first of my drawings to incorporate a text, which reflects my interest in the written word. The text reads:

I came to weep by a windswept sea, but the air grew still. The sky shrank to a mosaic, and the viscous tide slowed. Some exhausted fish forced their way to the surface and lay there growing legs. Under my tread the beach cracked like glass. My footsteps bled. I heard the stifled cry of Poseidon suffocating. A large vapour of cloud warmed gradually. Every molecule became visible. The blood in my veins filled with salt. My last tear dried to a pale crust on my cheek. The sun failed to rise. Insects stirred beneath my skin. I began counting the first seconds of the new age, knowing that it, too, would be a finite thing. I lingered awhile to see if I would adapt…..