Analogies of a Foggy Morning empty then cut out the people/umbrellas/trees

then cut out the people/umbrellas/trees carefully and glued them together

The demolition of a housing estate in Craigmillar

This acrylic painting was made during my live music performance “The blending of senses” in Gdańsk (Poland)

across thousands of miles of the Silk Road and Spice Route

In many inner cities in the U

Analogies of a Foggy Morning empty then cut out the people/umbrellas/treesSometimes change comes without announcing itself. A low haze in the distance. A vanishing horizon. Half of the beach vanishes. A dense fog warning leaps onto phone screens. Blue skies, beachgoers, and rolling waves are swallowed by a misty gray opaque curtain. Familiar places and features are only revealed when walking blindly toward them. Trusting theyre still there. Cant see too far ahead. Cant see too far behind. Can only see the present moment.