The slow ruin of days

 

We weary of everything, said the commentator, except understanding. Let us understand, let us keep understanding, and let us make ghostly flowers out of this understanding, shrewdly entwining them into wreaths and garlands which are doomed to wilt.

Fernando Pessoa - The book of disquiet

Jordan twice with Holga

 

The Underdogs

 

Revisiting the boredom and suspension of belief of lockdown

From The tipping point 

 

First exhibition in Brighton

 

Phoenix

                                Phoenix - Brighton 2023

 

Sketchbook pages 2018-2019

 

working on a zine

 

Commissioned Portraiture

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commissioned portraiture 

Nostalgia for something that never existed

 

a statement (disappointment disillusionment dismay)

 

Coming to Vienna

 

The cold pane

 

Between the living world

and the world of death

is a clear, cold pane;

a man who looks too close

must fog it with his breath

or hold his breath too long

Wendell Berry

Through a scanner darkly #1

 

πύλη

 

"Can memory ever be made real?"

                                                Brighton          2022

 

Lost cause

 

"This town is crazy,  nobody cares"

Ghosts

 

Jordan - half frame movie

 

    Brighton 2022

Icarus

                                                        Brighton 2022

 

Corvus

 

Crows can remember the faces of individual humans

They can also hold a grudge

Prologue

 

to focus on the beauty or on the cage

                             Brighton       summer       2022

 

to be defeated by greater things

                                                         Brighton 2022

 

Dancing in the street

                                                        Brighton 2022

 

"Let the gods change my dreams, but not my gift of dreaming"

 

   
Fernando Pessoa - The Book of Disquiet

The Band

4x5 contact prints   Brighton 2022

 

This is

 

Miro Miklas Winter 2022

the most beautiful picture I've seen in a long time

John

 

Can you tell me where it hurts?

 

my family and a chair