Laissez-faire postparnassian poetry written in the cruelest Covid month of April 2020.This sample is an extract of a compendium to be published when the year has exhausted itself. Each poem is handcrafted at the crack of dawn, using as many as possible words-of-the-day harvested fresh from online dictionaries. They are later used as inspiration in the painterly studio. This is a work-in-progress, a timeproven panacea to reduce stress while waking up to the fluid concept of time in quarantine. It is the making of memories.

I scribble , dribble and doodle.

I sculpt in clay for bronzing; paint anything under the sun; write children's stories and illustrate them. I read a lot.

When I'm not in the studio covered in paint; working on a new picture story; doodling cartoons, or reading; I reluctantly go to the gym. (In the basement, now!) Or travel to far-off places. (BC)

I once lived in a rainforest.

Once upon a time I worked as an engineer on secret projects. And also underground in a gold mine.

I have a lot of Neanderthal DNA. Relatively speaking.

I can wiggle my ears.

I have two cats.