Making art came to me late in life. It doesn’t come as easily or as readily as creating music, but it’s in there if I look for it. I’m not sure what you’d call my stuff. Folk art, I suppose. It’s certainly not fine art or finely crafted sculpture. I call it junk art because most of my pieces are assembled out of old toys, thrift shop finds, and retired pieces of technology, with some natural elements thrown in. Add in some lights and lenses, and maybe a bit of sound and movement, and things can start to get pretty trippy.

My art is more like a process of discovery than a carefully executed plan. I never really know how things are going to turn out. I can’t even remember why or how I started making my first piece, Lost Baby. This features a battered doll’s head that I’d found on a beach in south Wales, back in the UK. I mounted the doll’s head on a piece of wood and put it inside an old microfilm reading machine that I’d acquired along the way (as you do). I added some other bits and pieces, some lights, and a lens which distorted the images and created a sort of 3-D effect.

To my delight, I found that looking into the piece was like looking into a lost world, some sort of psychedelic horror show. The more I looked, the more I saw. Change the lights and see something different. It was almost an interactive experience. At the right angle, a floating doll's head appears in the background, giving the piece its name. I remember being so thrilled with the outcome of my efforts, that I took the unfinished piece to my local coffee shop and showed it off to all my friends (and a few bemused strangers).