Another birthday card, for my grandad (who makes amazing red wine for wine circle competitions).

Another birthday card, for my grandad (who makes amazing red wine for wine circle competitions).

I got accepted at Goldsmiths UoL 👽

Four: On one of my last days my parents took me to my favourite museum in the world, even though I’ve already been so many times before. I saw my first gig in this square. I saw my first Van Gogh, Degas, Matisse, Rubin… All here. The Hermitage is art’s home to me. 

FourOn one of my last days my parents took me to my favourite museum in the world, even though I’ve already been so many times before. I saw my first gig in this square. I saw my first Van Gogh, Degas, Matisse, Rubin… All here. The Hermitage is art’s home to me. 

Nile | Douglas Dare

But I could not reach your hand

Morning / Evening

I’m annoyed that I’ve fallen in love with you. It takes up all of my time. It makes me live for making art again. Which takes up a lot of my lying around time.

Adam Kozlowski
Three: We let go in the evenings after unbearable heat, with casual table tennis in the courtyard. I am a terrible player, and clumsy, but their love allows me to make a fool of myself again and again without shame. When I take my photos I feel much more at home and I love sharing the magical moments of development with them.

Three: We let go in the evenings after unbearable heat, with casual table tennis in the courtyard. I am a terrible player, and clumsy, but their love allows me to make a fool of myself again and again without shame. When I take my photos I feel much more at home and I love sharing the magical moments of development with them.

When an Ocean Comes Between Us

Let the scalding water burn
The smell of home away
Where it lingers
The last thing my lips marked
Was, by design,
Your collarbone
The nape of your neck - 
I couldn’t engulf you you you
I’m but a shallow tide lapping
At your shores
And now shores
Separate
Us.
But! My tide still reaches out,
Washes your touch away,
Erodes my memories
Let me be numb,
Soaked to the bone:
My heart an anchor, fixed
                                 On the opposite shore

Interstellar | Christopher Nolan

I wonder why I ever bothered with sex, he thought; there’s nothing in this breathing world so gratifying as an artfully placed semicolon.

Hilary Mantel, A Place of Greater Safety

The Etagi Hostel and Loft Project is a creative space with art exhibitions, cafés / eateries and an establishment to provide food and lodging at a low cost, relatively central in the city. All of it is housed in this traditional soviet building. I had an absolutely lovely strawberry and basil lemonade in their terrace café today, it was all very fresh and there were even vegan options. It’s amazing development for a city that hasn’t even been accessible for many years!

Art SmockThe Pains of Being Pure At Heart

You dropped some pounds
and the people that you used to hang around

Two: Deep, deep emerald green hues encapsulate my surroundings, the leaves reflect the sunlight in waves that shimmer, like being submerged in a sweet-smelling pond: water plants creep at my heels and intertwine in my hair as I envisage floating peacefully, through the murky depths of imaginary marble-floored underwater grottos. The Summer Gardens are the sound of splashing water in fountains and the feel of cool marble and warm leaves under my fingers.

Two: Deep, deep emerald green hues encapsulate my surroundings, the leaves reflect the sunlight in waves that shimmer, like being submerged in a sweet-smelling pond: water plants creep at my heels and intertwine in my hair as I envisage floating peacefully, through the murky depths of imaginary marble-floored underwater grottos. The Summer Gardens are the sound of splashing water in fountains and the feel of cool marble and warm leaves under my fingers.