I woke in the middle of the night. Without thinking, I climbed out of bed, pulled on a t-shirt and padded down the hallway to the studio. I sat on the teak daybed there and picked up a small digital video camera I keep on the coffee table. I balanced it on my knee, auto-focussed the lens on my face and pressed the record button.Then I began to talk. I talked to the camera as if it were my closest friend. I lost track of the time. I just kept talking until I ran out of things to say. I'll do the same tonight and at other times over the next several days. These impromptu monologues have nothing to do with emotional or psychological therapy. Rather, they're the seeds of something (as yet undefined) that might grow into a new artwork. The last time I experimented with low res' digital video – producing a couple of short, clumsy pieces, Self Love and D.I.Y. Obscurity – was nearly a decade and a half ago. I'm want to immerse myself in it again for a while to see what I can come up with.