OUR SHADE IN TIME

  Look for me in the layers lost, in the careful caress that concerns the contours of form and finesse. The million meters mounded into magic, turned and twisted into tastes now termed timeless, look for me in the yards that yield towards yellow, that burn into beauty, like ochre opening, that grow towards the […]

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THE NEW LOOK

  I am that fine line that divides what is feminine from what is futuristic. That fine line that flushes the fabulous out the fickle. The reflection of what once was encased in something else that might one day be called another new look.     All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly This […]

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FANTASTIC FLUTTERINGS, COLOUR ON CURT CORNERS

  On dull days when the sun absconds from sky, when grey grinds gloom into gutters and mothers utter ‘stay inside’, children’s minds flutter to unfold like umbrellas opening; colours cascading over concrete clutter like candy to calm a calamity. In the midst of the mundane and the murky, inspiration catches on the canvas of […]

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RUNNING BY THE RIVER OF THOUGHT

  I slipped off to the edge of the city, this morning, where the stream found a stillness and the air a crispness that kept confusion at a distance. I stood beneath the bridge that took the traffic and its tension far from me and found the swimming swan rising higher in the stream, the […]

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ORANGE COLOURED SKIRTS

  ‘And there can be days like this,’ and the boy smiled and sausages swam past him in shorts and shades and in the sky dogs with Madonna mikes flew over kittens in orange coloured skirts and Beyoncé in their boogie. ‘And there can be days like this,’ his mother said as she painted pictures […]

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