I have not always thought of myself as an artist although ever since I can remember I have had a pencil or pen in my hand. I suppose I have my own vocabulary by which I make sense of the world, a visual vocabulary if you like.

I was always getting told off in school for covering the margins of my notebooks with doodles and scenes, they helped me remember the lessons far better than words ever did, but my teachers did not understand.

I remember things in pictures, easily remembering faces, while names and words evade me like dissipating smoke on the wind. I carry a three dimensional map inside my head which is both my history and my life-space. I also have a visual image of self that is projected into this space to represent me in all human interactions. This body image is what you would call my ‘outer’ self, or my physical body. It is this image that deals with the day-to-day aspects of living and creativity. It talks, it walks, it eats and sings and sleeps; this visual and physical me is the man that I am.

But I am more than that, more than just an image made up from my experiences and my physique, from my earthbound timeline and the landscape I inhabit. I have imagination. That imagination is the root of my visual vocabulary and is also the birth pool of my alter-ego, my other self, the one who can do the impossible.

Words and images are interchangeable in that a picture can be described with words and a description in words can inspire an image. So norrisnuvo is an interchangeable version of my identity, I cannot make too much change in the physical world but the image that is norrisnuvo can change in an instant, he can appear however I want him to. So who is norrisnuvo? This can only be answered by another question, who are you?

The world around us is profiled and described and images are built up of our societies and the individual needs of its members. On an individual basis we also use images to identify ourselves; football shirts, fashion styles, uniforms, make-up, gendered clothing and age related pastimes all build to give us an image, a picture of what we are told is right and what is wrong.

I always think that people talk too much and look too little, missing the visual clues that are scattered around us in the landscape. The repeated shapes that nature uses in construction of so many things, five leafed plants, five fingered people, five toed frogs; spheres and pillars abound in the world around us, as so squares and planes; these shapes hidden in our daily landscape go unnoticed for the most part, but they influence us in subtle ways.

Only by recognition of the visual world for what it is rather than what you have been told it is will give you a glimpse of some reality, for me only by the creation of my own visual vocabulary did I come to read the pictures that the world displays for those to see it

This constructed image is who you are within this stratification, but still does not answer, ‘who are you. By choosing your fashion, or style you are losing your individuality, losing even more of ‘who you are’ in the morass of conformity. So, in essence norrisnuvo is the constructed child born of the conjunction of my imagination and my life experience – he can go where I cannot.