Like a Rolling Stone is a silent structure where space is as important as the subjects contained within, evoking a sensory journey inwards to reach corners of our existence we are usually incapable of recognising. Like Cy Twombly makes Artaud’s poems his own, I have fused my memories in this series to evoke private sensations in the viewer. A journey between the states of consciousness and sleep, the irrecoverable past and a future which is vague and still to be defined, always unfinished.