I keep seeing things, fleeting visual snapshots in non-moments along the process of making. I have always thought that abstract artists are very brave. And if I was as brave, I would make abstract artworks. Now I make covertly abstract works, hidden within the understandable shape of a book. For no particular reason other than simple visual delight, I enjoy the play and combination of elements, lines, shapes, textures and colours arranged into representing nothing. There may be a book in the making, but in another dimension, the elements are living independently, offering themselves as individual absract works complete in themselves. A kaleidoscope of images that cease to exist as soon as the making process takes another step toward the recognisable form of a book.