I started working with photographs, collages, textures, drawings, etc., towards the end of 2024, when words and language failed me. I began to see the futility of language and the chasm in me that fuelled this realisation. I began layering & compounding, playing with colour & saturation, transparency and shadows, clipping & masking, obsessing with inversions, mirroring, etc. After more than 20 years of working with words, language and text, it’s been a relief to show you my world in colour…

Water is an aphrodisiac and other memories, 09/2026

Darius Cloud feels watched all the time, 25.04.2026
Darius Cloud’s face is made of severed limbs.
The limbs belong to my body or once did.
When i first met Darius Cloud,
i refused to see him clearly.
He was a flower or a cloud, a sponge.
Darius Cloud’s eye is a camera lens.
A camera lens can photograph itself only in the mirror.
Darius Cloud’s body is obviously an apartment building,
the one right in front of me.
In place of his heart are two windows.
When you see him whole, he is an untethered mystic,
wrapped by his transparent cloak of placid flame,
i mistook him for a spiritual satellite.
when we dance,
I behold his face and if i didn’t know better, I’d say,
there’s a little someone still at the back of your head.
but Darius knows he carries…
Darius Cloud, he’s not from here.
he has no home, he has no place.
He reaches to his face and those limbs of mine
throw him hands to hold on the way.