Spring Springs Sprang Sprung Unexpectedly In the midst of February In the midst of winter Joy Spreads Spread Spread Fully Burst into colours Bathed in sunshine Panic Begins Began Begun At the realisation Of what man Had done
Freedom of movement 02 This is like ‘Harry Potter’ Niece age 5 My new university I wanted to live somewhere else Where my dad’s death was not so loud Because he never was here With mountains, hills, water, woods ‘That’s my place’, I said touching the walls Hearing their song That’s where I belong Freedom of movement
Freedom of Movement 01 Just keep driving We looked at one another Two sisters One thought Just keep driving Over the Alps Like Hannibal Without elephants With an old Fiesta Just keep driving Only two cylinders working One week holiday left Brilliant views Steep climbs Just keep driving To Venice Freedom of movement
for tales we tell again and again and yet we don’t seem to learn from these tales of ours as they repeat over and over and over again a different place a different time and different characters sometimes somewhere somewhen some of us parallel reenact the same story a story that has already been told a story of pain a story of hurt pride a story of too much ego a story that ultimately ends […]
Have you … ever just danced in the rain?
How much ownership do we have of our digital visual art? How much belongs to machines?
Trolls don’t like peace They cannot abide it The ugliness in their soul The empty space in their heart Scream too loudly into the void of hatred
In some windows In some eyes In the centre of the deepest darkness Here light turns into love There is always hope As long as there is life