There is a kind of madness that we all adhere to. The madness of fear. We are ruled by it; put in line; told no, its not ok; you cant do that; get real; grow up. This madness is driven by a latent fear of reprisal. Our ‘good behaviour’ is a weakness. ‘Experiment!!! Adventure!!!’ We … Continue reading No.

Hermann Dot.

Each one is there but only in periphery. As you look at it, try to focus, it fades away fleeting in the spaces between. The gaze is too intense – you can only ever catch it for a brief second – a flickering smatter of life. But as each little dot disappears and you move … Continue reading Hermann Dot.