Over the last few years living initially in The Netherlands and latterly in Scotland has meant that the "diary" I was writing has become a foreigner's diary which sometimes wonders about the strangeness of speaking in another language. These poems were written in english between 2009 and 2010 to accompany a series of paintings called "The Scottish Diary".
I am a birch, an old Caledonian pine I am a Munro, a waterfall. I was born in a foreign country as small as a bush in a sand dune landscape, thus I had to signal my existence with words and inventions. […]