So Renee and I had fart-arsed around about shooting for a while. I was busy. She was busy. She moved house. I was working… We both wanted to shoot so I knew we would get there eventually. Renee is such a talented artist. She showed me her suitcase full of sketches and drawings….bared her soul […]Read more "Suitcase full of strength"
There were four angels around my bed, With burning candlesticks outspread, Two at my feet, Two at my head, They tricked the darkness of its dread, My four angels, My bright candles, There came a man of vision clear, He said; “The angels are not here…” “They are phantoms born of fear, I speak and […]Read more "Darkness"