“The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes.”
a cold winters night, city lights graced the horizon, SOS a red phone box, a bunch of red roses, archway bridge, also known as suicide bridge. I took photos from it, watched the cars and buses zip through, traced light trails, sometimes life fails, us, in ways we can’t recover… in the cover, of darkness- life/ slipped away
Archway Bridge, Archway
a material wonderland, filled with colour, paints and varnishes, oils and inks
Atlantis Art Materials, Old Street