Wading thigh deep in
TV interior design –
these loves
these curiosities
we indulge from afar.
I love the shock
of colours I’d never choose
and lights I think awful
and how
as a whole, it works.
I love the confidence
to use somebody
else’s space
as your canvas.
I love the evocation.
But somehow
I can never aspire to it.
My colours are words,
my textures are line breaks.
On a good day…
my canvas is your brain.
Out of the Cave 