THE SWEPT AND THE SWEEPERS

  Fragility falling through fine flecks of fair filigree, perfect patterns of individuality speckled on imperfect individuals. Snowflakes melt on steaming skin thin on time, too thick to break through, you cannot always sink below the surface of an iceberg, we cannot break through all that lays beneath, all the lies below the surface, it […]

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A CASE FOR CONNECTION

  I walk over drying leaves in this season of the fall, crisp tissue freshly fallen under foot, less colour, more contours, more concern to be connected than to be a contrast. At first blast, I was off and running from connection, the interjection of other’s concerns, I was not to be collected in a […]

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BOOKENDS; ALL THE WATER CARRIES OFF WITH IT

  There will always be a part of me standing by the water’s edge, watching how much of us got washed away and wondering how much more sunk so deep below the surface that it is now a captive more to your careful concrete than that ever coldly cutting current.     All words and […]

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BOOKENDS; TIMING IS EVERYTHING

  Coming in is easy. Learning when to leave is an art not easily understood.     All words and photographs by Damien B Donnelly This month is about getting ready to leave Paris, for good. Today will also be my last day as pattern maker at the Paris fashion design atelier of & Other […]

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