CAPTURED

  Light catches glass, catches colour, creates contrast on walls and water. Light leans in and leaves illusions on lines where once there was shadow, buildings become boats baring sails to beckon the breeze which billows at its ease through colour caught on glass which is captured in light. All words and photographs by Damien […]

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WILLING TO BE WONKA

  Up and through, through colour to brighter, better, perhaps. I’m next, she says, up and over, following underfoot the man with the hat who’s had enough. Off with hats, top hats and hard hats, happy heads float through colour, dissolve, he says, into columns of colour, preconceptions passing now, no longer cornered by constricting […]

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FALLING THROUGH SPACE

  Ghost clouds gather over ice cold oceans of marble we can’t break through. Maybe there was something deeper below the depths we dared not dive. Breath is naked. Movement muffed. Air rigid. There is nothing left to cover up. I blush under your absence or do I blush before the cold truth; this is […]

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GOING EAST

  I have crossed oceans without feeling the weight washed beneath their waves… I have cut through clouds without knowing the worries they whisper to the stars… I have flown from darkening dreams towards tomorrow’s daylight and yet the light is already fading on front of me before my past has even slept before my […]

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CLOUD’S ILLUSIONS

  Gardens grow, trees get taller, clouds gather. I see you in the movement, in the air that rushes past time turning, in the scent of sweetened summer now swept into corners now shaded. Clouds gather, trees get taller, gardens grow smaller. Eden is an illusion lost.     All words and photographs by Damien […]

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COTTON CANDY

  Clouds come, cover, congregate, create contours out of what was once just colourless cotton candy to catch us unaware as we swim through each other’s current, currently without caution and I wonder if we are no more than clouds; coming together, creating colours in between the shadows before we fall too heavy, too saturated, […]

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PURPLE CLOUDS

  In that garden of the many meadows of my mind plants grow down from purple clouds carved of cotton catchable candy and seek substance from the surface and not the ceiling. In that garden of the many meadows of my mind fences are painted with faces familiar and mouths to catch kisses if you’re […]

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