Jude Bolt

I arrange the furniture inside an animal pen and wait for something with hands to agree. I am a landscaper with budding flowers that are soon to

bloom and a knife either side. I have been writing and directing for half a decade, no time truly, however my work has been concerned with timidity, false prophets, the soft death of my best friend. I work naturally, adjusting to elements, allowing ideas to form freely, catching them in small jars and leaving them idle until they begin to move. Or die.

I chase the image that should not have been born but has arrived anyway, damp and overconfident. And whether I've embarrassed myself again?

I am not the man to ask. Maybe this time it's just a joke.