Photo Essay: [Dusty] Bucolic Painting
This painting which hangs above my workspace (I am yet to learn who painted it) has been wanting dusting for some time now. Every time I allow myself…
This painting which hangs above my workspace (I am yet to learn who painted it) has been wanting dusting for some time now. Every time I allow myself…
Summer is officially here and it is a little ironic that it dawned on a Monday. Or is it a (imagine the next word in a soft creepy…
Last summer I came up with a summer to do list owing to a lack of motivation to do anything that required leaving home. The idea was that…
The Day Bowie Died After The Day Lady Died It was one of those Sunday nights when tiredness is mental and the calm reaches inside to…
January feels raw. It is the one month of the year that one cannot escape from one's self. Also the unnaturalness of man-made time is most prominent and…