They’ve been sitting in a folder in the basement, old old work prints that never quite got finished, and are here scanned.
In the alleyway just down from my house, there’s the expected graffiti on the garage doors, but more unusual are the bits of installation art that appear.
The day was blustery but sunny – a rare delight in this long winter.
I was out, everyone was out on College Street, voices high and excited with the hint of spring.
I walked alone, fast. Fast, trying to excise from my system all the worries and sense of impending doom.
For weeks now the tension has been mounting – we need to move somewhere cheaper, but where? There is nowhere cheap left in the…
What do you treasure?
Selfie with masquerade mask, Oh my -
Leaving the city, the weather seemed quiet enough, but further north in the dark, the bus moved…
Lately I’ve been doing more juxtaposing than anything else – taking bits and scraps of my own…