Writer, artist, photographer, musician and poet. The ominous truth, Is it love? A passionate desire to fulfil the endless void? Or to escape the monotonous drab, drenched in the surreal; to observe in denial and curiosity, or to surrender in defeat and disdain, to capture the wild eyed dreamers hell bent in loathing and self destruction. This is the passion, the suffering, the loveless sacrifice to endure, to reap and sow, to share in the final selfless destination.
PHOTOGRAPHY ART POETRY
There is a subtle shift in reality within the images that you see, not an exaggeration but a gentle suspicion of expression, you do not wander far from the vision, you just soak in the allure and the fragrance of what it offers.
There is such chaos here, images crammed into a state of disillusioned decompositionscompromised digitally within a distorted reality. The frantic rush to create and express have left unparalleled vacuums and unbalanced edges, which begs you to ask, why?
If you were to drown in the frantic accumulation of disfigured words and half-cast sentences, you would surface here, still gasping at how you arrived, wondering at the horrors scribbled in a digital nightmare, for there is no magic or fairytale happy endings, just a raw brutal punch at the obscure tentacles of life, laced with soft whispers of hope.