White arc riding a splatter on our shores. A froth finding the centre of earth’s moors. Purpose is its direction…
Poetry
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Untitled Sketch
Just a late night doodle.
Decline is solitary, and always self-inflicted.
Direction is piercing, change is imperfect.
A sunrise will move mountains
A sunset is built upon mountains
Painting: Opportunity
An old painting from one of my GCSE sketchbooks. It could have done with a primary reference, I’ve realised how…
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Poetry: Affection
The clouds come loiter together again, a sapphire blue veiled so discreet, now drained to sustain the coming rain. Shelter not…
