Dear Hannah• Part 1

Eight years. And we made a mess of them all. Even the ones we weren't together. But I guess we were never really together. Not technically. I loved you. And I'm pretty sure you loved me. But we weren't together. We were never in the same place. Always coming from a different direction. Looking for...

Coffee, Salt and Paint

Following his sister up the building’s exterior stairs I can see that Jack’s work is already spilling out into the world. The brick façade holds a gentle monochrome face, her eyes closed, surrounded by a noisy mess of swirling colour. Nearing the top of the stairs a thumping vibration builds through the railing. My friend...

Pathos