For as long as I can remember I have always been obsessed with the visually pleasing. I remember being transfixed with clouds as a child and still find the reflections cars take on at night time give me such excitement. But my constant searching for a new visual lead mean I often miss (consciously!) any message or underlying story.

I feel guilty that I am missing out on so much depth and content and feel very materialistic for judging things on face value but should I? Should I except that I am not a story teller but a passionate aesthete? Is there anything wrong with that? Should I be ashamed on only letting things in to my life because of the way the look?

I remember at school a group of us had to design a mode of transport that had to move along a piece of string in the quickest time and the first thing that went through my mind was how will it look.

I know it is a personal choice but I am starting to ask question about myself. Maybe I am just getting older.