Born in a time and place similar to a hospital, the boyish looking document-creator has two feet and two arms suitable for all manner of creative enterprise. A lover of putting pencils in strange and unusual places, the young doco-maker, put pencils all over flat surfaces much to his own chagrin. Disillusioned with life and education in general, the pencil-lover put his pens down. Fortunately the Technical and Farting Emanation (TAFE), in the place with boxes on mounds, accepted his deficiencies. Unfortunately, he didn’t accept theirs. He left to pursue a career in making couches lower to the floor and wore out many a TV. Set for life by his industriousness, the TV-lover began to acquire the services of pieces of paper with ink in them and all bound together like some sort of book. He couldn’t read them. Finally life caught up to the book-lover and he set about working in the community for his own benefit. At last he began to read his bound and inked pages because of the journeys to and fro and a certain social awkwardness. Retiring at the ripe old age of something or other, the young tax-payer began enjoying the fruitlessness of his labour. Finally after hours of reading cereal packets, the young retiree began writing himself. He has always written himself since. Liberated by his adventures in the dictionary entries, the word-cobbler began enjoying his pencils again too. He found no warm and comfy spot for his worded compositions which was just as well, because he was underprepared for the thing called the world. At a loose end, again, the wordy little bastard, noted for his silence, was fortunate enough to be given entry to the institution now known as the Tangible and Frenetic Elocution(TAFE) in the town of frankness. Hoping to unite his love of literature with his visual sensibilities, the little scribbler, would love to work in a public sphere and have a ball at the same time.