I first encountered Jacek Yerka and his artwork on a blog I like to visit and as soon as I did, I knew I’d found something special. I’ve never studied art so I can’t use fancy terms to explain what… Continue Reading →
I am tired My eyelids heavy My lips are raw My fingers crack. I have gills Not lungs inside me Breath far stretched Held for sea salt. I feel my bones Under this cotton Layers weighted In baby… Continue Reading →
If I breathe everything will break. I capture the moment through half closed lashes. The grass, neat as plastic, trimmed by endless sheep. The azure ozone dusted with clouds topped by a golden globe. A flotilla of geese wafts across… Continue Reading →
We’ve been away for a few days in the wilds of Dartmoor, an area thick with inspiring scenery and mythology. Our home away from home was an manor house turned hotel, complete with roaring fires, wood panelling, a cosy library… Continue Reading →
I dream a lot. Let me re-phrase that – I remember a lot of my dreams. Real, asleep type dreams, not inspiring-song-lyric type dreams. A dream can easily involve a group of teenagers, a murderous teacher, a giant mountain-dwelling monster… Continue Reading →
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