Golden liquids, white topping blackempty vessels and glasses half fullnight around the table, sitting highbonded by the past, union of the reunited […]
Reflecting, the world is not as it seems.Appearing static on the great flow,images distorted, golden lines blurred, wrinkled colours shiver in my […]
The liquid flowsa rivulet of rain’s creationreflection of silverthe fading of a day.Gravity is drivingon path of least resistancefitting to the contoursa […]
The Square The dark lines lead the way, to carry the eye and our path follows, each one carefully laid, accurately measured, […]