Every artwork I make has an element of poetry attached to it, It's the prelude that crafts the mental picture before any pens, paints or airborne dust particles get involved. Junkfood Poetry if the unhinged thoughtscapes splashing to and fro on a mental metaphorical coastline. It's unhinged, yet ultimately true, poetry for real life if you will. The inspiration, or methods, involved in the writing process of Junkfood Poetry is observations that are observed while doing mundane things. With metaphorical textures of foreign universes conceived by a strange clicking sound in an elevator, or contemplations contemplated in the dark alleyways or while riding a bus home. Poetry found while looking at raindrops as they fall on moist jackets and mix with their mates to chill in the crevices and ravines of the raincoat… Poetry about sidewalks and those little cracks you avoid stepping on, poetry about washing dishes or trying to fish a coin from the mysterious recess of the pocket. It’s serious poetry, complete with rhymes and mood, but about the everyday things our minds tend to exclude. It’s about complaining about the sunshine while dreading the rain, drinking the coffee while turning a lane. It’s eating the sushi on the subway as the trains thunder there, on the other side was a lady, with a terribly blank stare. It’s about the sky and the damp riverbanks, the gritty and the good, it’s almost like writing poetry, of poetry was Junkfood.