My Practice & Me
My Practice & Me
Have I mentioned that I'm not just a collage artist? I suppose it seems that way considering all I ever post is collage work and poetry; but not too long ago my practice dwelled in watercolour and ink. I look at my old portfolios now and I'm sort of taken aback by my change. Also,... Continue Reading →
Gallery: An Excerpt from Porridge: A Memoir
Gallery These images cut and cradled, From points of the past, Betray the grace of Time. Underneath each photograph the poet Writes And remembers The beautiful people who took his breath away. Black and white, Sometimes in colour, His messy hand makes the words hard to read. There is something so intimate about penmanship, The... Continue Reading →
Grab a Bowl
I HAVE INTERNET. I have since Monday, but I'm making a post tonight. I think next week I'll start from the beginning; Before my dad died, high school, friends and all. This originally began as an exercise for me, simply to get feedback on the writing, but I've received such amazing responses that I think... Continue Reading →
Dominoes: An excerpt from Porridge: A Memoir
Dominoes Every now and then I remember the sound of dominoes slamming onto tables.I can almost hear the sound of men arguing over pitches made in the sports game on TV.Daddy and his friends.The clanking of Heineken bottles and swear words thrown through the air and,The men who remind the others that there is a... Continue Reading →
Famous Last Words 