Poetry is painting with words. I fell in love with T S Eliot’s poetry as a young teenager, perhaps I didn’t understand some of it, but the rhythm and the words evoked something in me that I have never forgotten. My memory is imprinted with the Four Quartets, in particular the first section from Burnt Norton. I find Eliot’s work complex yet primal, I learned the poems so that I could let the words percolate within me. This is a piece I created in 2015, the 50th anniversary of his death.