“The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes.”
I settled on the hill and watched the sun set over the city, I watched day turn to night, the tiny lights belonging to too tall buildings flickered on, the skyline twinkled, it was cold, but I didn’t want to leave, twilight passed, and night fall settled, and I took some photographs, and thought about life, and nothing in particular, I listened to the silence, and let the bliss of solitude wash over me, everything was still… so still, so peaceful…
Parliament Hill, Hampstead
a material wonderland, filled with colour, paints and varnishes, oils and inks
Atlantis Art Materials, Old Street