Stop Making Sense hit round 3.
London is London again. But really London. Air thick with tangible sweat and the city drenched in humidity. I thought it was over and this seasonal era was lost. But […]
What is it when it is what it isn’t. I wonder so often but also try my best to push it out of mind. What is it when it is […]
sitting quiet, she scribbles art. she drags paints and crayons with her from country to country faces screaming, laughing, staring. old women aerobics, animal drums, melancholy monsters – what does […]