Each day I leave a clue. My male human parent is constantly talking about design, texture, colour, arrangement and, yawn, no end of semantic dull stuff. Well everyday I try and help. My art is not just self indulgent twaddle referencing my poor background and tough life, but saddled in the real world. The Now. I have used my body to make the piece above, having to tolerate and de-code inane verbal barriers like: ‘Leave it!”, ‘No!”. But I persist and through my persistence I learn more about our world. Some call this mastication but I feel that is a little vulgar and prefer, at the moment, to be referred to as a Chewist.