My neck was swaying with the rooftops as my eyes were seduced by the artistic ensembles of colours, shapes and stories. Another one, and another one, there’s another one. Week on week the same sequence, yet it felt unfamiliar. My trance was interrupted as 2 gentlemen with unkempt dressings disturbed the musty air and crossedContinueContinue reading “Art on rooftops”
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Familiarity…
The couple sitting opposite were cold in their familiarity. He sat beside her, gazing at his ink stained paper through his blocked spectacles, it was black. Her glasses were framed with crimson red which gave a tint of youthfulness to the black and greys she chose to clothe herself in. 5 minutes of silence could’ve persuadedContinueContinue reading “Familiarity…”
Just on my way…..
Exchanging words, he looks at her with a kink in his smile.His body language changes without warning. He shifts and rotates himself away from her, legs crossed and arms retreated…the typical body language of an outcast. Clearly hurt he remains soundless, his male ego hurt from what is presumed a rejection of a sound idea.ContinueContinue reading “Just on my way…..”
Beneath The Canvas 