Ìý"Radio is the thought fox that pads through the studio on a Friday afternoon. Love blooms, life ticks on. Avoiding the news to void the blues. Careless talk costs lives - reality Ìýimposes, radio filters. The shipping forecast shines out from deserted lighthouses. Images reflect sounds tapping out from a journey into space. The lighter programme brings uproarious laughter at Humph's deadpan wit. Dancers bend and weave to a midsummer night's dream. Succulent shapes evolve to the sound of ardent jazz. Pure colour, delicious magentas and pinks, turquoise and cerulean blue, emerge on the canvas. Radio lives, radio breathes, art absorbs."
