Passing, aged 39 in New York City (NYC), Thomas had acquired a reputation as a ‘roistering, drunken and doomed poet’. Although this was encouraged ably by himself – it is of course a simplification and under estimation of his contribution and unquestionable genius as a playwright and poet.

The collection looks at Thomas, over four stages of his life – in London, Wales and NYC. The words are from his poetry/prose and also from his diaries – which he kept obsessively.

Seamus Heaney once asked how ‘Thomas the poet’ is one of his forgotten attributes – over shadowed by his case history and behaviour. Can the two be separated? His work and his personality are not just linked – but in my mind they are the one entity. A true artist and their art are, and should be, the one cell.

Do we or must we separate the artist from their art? A question contemplated back to the time of Da Vinci and beyond. To me it is an academic question. If the art is the artist – then the question is moot.