‘… you can imagine the thud of the heavy, inked brush as it hits the paper and starts a juddering movement that seems to resist circularity, and instead, glides with graceful gravity downwards, to stop and lift, like a dancer leaping off the ground, or a flash of insight breaking open the routine of regular thought.  There’s immense power compressed into one calligraphic gesture and a sense that all life the artist has lived so far is crystallised here.  These marks are tranquil but not necessarily quiet.  They exude stillness inside a noisy place, the grip then release of what Buddhists call the monkey mind.’

- Cherry Smyth, extract fro the accompany essay to Being | Doing