“The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes.”
swirling winds, frozen hands and feet at twilight, waiting for the sky to fade into a dark navy. and then, singing and dancing to the Zombies, to keep warm, to stay alive, it was like we were stuck inside an anonymous eighties thamesmead twilight.
Gallions Hill, Thamesmead
a material wonderland, filled with colour, paints and varnishes, oils and inks
Atlantis Art Materials, Old Street