The house guest

I get the feeling that it doesn't bother with the washing up.


Doesn't care about the carpets.

Leaves the toilet seat up.

Sits looming large in the corner of the living room, staring hard at the back of my head when I'm not paying it attention.

But then also, in the middle of night, yanks my hand and pulls me outside to stand in a thunderstorm.

Disintegrates thoughts of laundry and spins threads of magic through my mind instead.

If all goes to plan, I'll be getting a new studio in November. Meanwhile, my art and I will be living together – not always easy, but we are good friends.


In other news: if you're a fan of opera, one of the shows I am working on, 'La Clemenza di Tito', will be streamed live to the internet this evening from 6pm UK time at this link: