breathes air between the tip of a finger and a canvas.
the artist
Don’t feed the dog
If you animated grief I reckon it would be one of those dogs on the beach in Thailand. The kind that hobble along a few meters behind you, and sleep at the […]
The Photographer.
I used to think he was just a photographer, like it was just a job he had before his strokes. But now I understand, he was a Photographer. This is a certain type of person. The type of person who races back into the house to grab their camera just in case there is something to shoot.
on my hands
So much of it, I’m told, That’s what sober does – gives it back. I’m looking left and right The years, all of them I can’t find any Well I guess It’s […]
give me a title
I have taken a lot of photos around Fitzroy, since I began this blogging caper. Before Flash I was just someone walking the dog, discovering my phone camera (Nokia N73) and getting […]
the Reinvented Poet 