For me it has been quite difficult to put this web site together. It is by its nature very narcissistic, which feels wrong. To compile something that is completely self-centred goes against my natural instincts; in irony, that statement in itself portrays an air of self-righteousness.

It is, however, a necessary process if I am to relay my work to people. One thing that I learnt from my journey into the mind of Marc Bolan, is that there is little point in writing anything if nobody reads it, as there is no point in making music if no one listens. This is true of all art forms, so I guess that if you take on the role you have to follow through.

Writing the biography section was particularly difficult. I seem to have had so much life and did not want to dwell too much on personal matters, although some are obviously very relevant…I’ll save all the juicy bits for my own full-on biography…

Delving back into my roots was an emotional process, and each photograph spurned further memories that awoke awareness’s of myself that I had lost. We all readily lose ourselves in life, sealing ourselves in modern cells of the present and forget the things that have made us what we are.

Sometimes we need to walk outside in the rain and feel the wind on our faces in order to keep in touch with life. Looking back at yourself is an extremely cleansing process, provided one is prepared to do so honestly and objectively. We can all wear masks and make-up to front the outside world, but there are no masks within our own minds, no disguises that we can hide behind; we should be brave enough to look at ourselves naked, ‘in the raw’! If we are not, then we will never understand our blemishes and not know where to apply the make-up.

So here I am…feeling a little naked and exposed.