Every day for the past 13 years and 7 months I have written some words in what was Twitter (now X). They are enigmatic and cryptic phrases, haikus, monostich attempts that I can use in my artwork with X becoming a simple word/phrase depository.

During the ‘pandemic’ madness I started to give them a physical presence in Edinburgh where I lived. Since moving to York in 2022 I have continued to place the daily wordplay around the streets of the city. I never place them on private property and they are never vulgar, controversial, or inflammatory – just a creative and playful stream of consciousness. They are also temporary and on paper so they eventually degrade and disappear.

People have noticed them and some collect them which I find uplifting. However, it really saddens me to find some vandalised, just ripped down and thrown on the floor. Why? What do some people find in them that provokes this response? I have no idea but will continue this project every day, even when I am on holiday overseas or visiting a different UK city. 
“Words cast spells. That’s why it’s called spelling. Words are energy; use them wisely.” ⏤ anon