I am fascinated by the endless possibilities and configurations of materials. My work includes silk, concrete, stones cast in various forms using a wide array of natural materials, together with plastics, cast bronze, fused glass, stainless steel, copper and Cornish tin. I love combining unlikely materials and playing with people’s expectations of what is usual in lamps and lighting. My lamps have a clear sculptural quality and it is the sculptural aspect of lamp design that will increasingly be my focus and direction. I want my lamps to be increasingly outrageous.

As a young teenager I sailed boats, carved driftwood sculptures and learnt that girl crews had their own amazing, to me in my introverted world of words and ideas, slightly mysterious agendas. Something in fifty odd more years I have not yet begun to quite fathom.

In later teens I won sailing championships, wrote poetry for Californian Beat Magazines – Trace, Sausalito Gazette -  and reported the war in Algeria for a number of publications.Arab countries fascinated me. With barely a Dollar in my pocket I travelled throughout North Africa, the Middle East, Iraq, Iran, Afghanistan, and India before ending up covering the war for Associated Press in Vietnam, and contributing articles and photographs to The Times and Guardian amongst many others.

Returning to the UK I married the sweetheart that I had left behind, discovered that I was not blessed with a love of office work and bought a ruin of a house in Spain with the intention of being a 'paperback writer.'

Instead of writing that blazing first novel, my wife and I went into business with a Swiss friend, opened a boutique and hamburger bar in a disco and spent the summer nights dancing in the moonlight – written by King Harvest during the summer they rehearsed beneath our fig and pomegranate trees.

Back in Swinging Sixties London we started a leather belt and junk jewelry business and supplied boutiques in Kings Road and Carnaby Street, stores like Harrods, Miss Selfridge, worked for three years on Boots Number 7 promotions, exported to Switzerland, and had a beautiful daughter.

My daft heart was in writing rather than business - the business slipped away as did my marriage. There were some wilderness years. I wrote short stories for The London Evening News, and magazines as diverse as the political Contemporary Review and the girly Mayfair, met a lovely woman and let her slip away too.

Writing was my mistress then. But you return to things. I returned to boats and the sea and became a partner in a company that ran square rigged sailing ships for films. We built the business up from two ships to five, the largest being a 153 foot wooden barque, Kaskelot and sailed the world working on major motion pictures – Eric the Viking, Treasure Island, Revolution, Last Place on Earth, and the BBC’s Shackleton, both shot in East Greenland.  You would think that it fitted me perfectly. Ships, the sea, no office confinement, creativity - my side of the business was the design work involved in converting the ships for the films and sailing to, often exotic locations – Istanbul or the Seychelles – as First Mate.

Perfect! But not where my heart found absolute joy. I left Square Sail and returned to paperback writing. In this I became a three novel failure - so far unpublished. Ten years past before that lesson was learnt. But I learnt it.

Back to driftwood sculptures from my youth?

Not exactly that. Relationships had left their mark. From a Swiss lady I learnt Germanic minimalism, from the Japanese a degree of Zen discipline to temper my often erratic emotions - and more. A bit of more here is going to remain un-written.

I’m inclined to think that nothing is accidental, that all has a purpose, there’s a bit of Buddhism there, let’s just hope that in the end love unites us all and that is it - the best that we can make of it.

In my work there has to be something of the essence of my life,  my lovers, my wife and my friends – and some fun too – fun, eccentricity, whimsy and lots and lots of oddity and lots and lots of beach and folding waves.