I have spent a good deal of time running away from the spiritual side of my nature. Like a shadow that follows me my own soul refuses to be denied. It demands to be recognised. This picture (work in progress) is an attempt to woo my creator, in the hope that he she or it will reveal themselves. When asked whether I have a belief in such an entity my mind conjures an image such as this and I have to say that I am essentially agnostic and remain unconvinced one way or the other. I am in flight from my creator because I have been traumatised in the past by the experience of having contact with cult. I don’t trust god but, because of the need to be free from my own ego and the limitations of the human condition I am willing to doubt my own conclusion, eat humble pie and open the door to whatever might be out there in the form of that which is just a three letter word, god.