||| Freelance and editorial
Dancing shadows draw a maze of black twisting tunnels, blocked and barricaded by cave-ins and mutant trees. At the centre of this Tomb Raider puzzle stands a small stone carving surrounded by four passageways leading off every 90 degrees. None has a visible ending, each twisting off to oblivion and I suddenly forget which one I arrived in, they all look the same.
Dusk over Tianjin
The sun sets over newly built apartment blocks in Tianjin, northern China.
The Forbidden City
A quiet corner of The Forbidden City in Beijing.
A Tigrayan Spice Market
Tigray, Ethiopia. 2020
Candid England
A billion pebbles converse quietly in the loving embrace of an afternoon sun, smooth curves caressed by a turquoise tide lapping gently at the shore edge. Seagulls circle high above a regatta of solo yachts whose sails billow with a gracious sea breeze, their waxed...
Foreign Expert Bureau
Jets of murky water shoot three stories high, rhythmic cascading arcs swirling from the centre of a circular lake towards the outer edges. Eager crowds gather at the water side to catch a glimpse of the aquatic ensemble, jumping back at the last minute to avoid...
||| Portraits
||| Humanitarian
A casually calculated arrangment of canvas and washing lines blow in the relentless desert wind, unsettled people strewn across the blazing sands for as far as the eye can see. I quietly pick my way through the aging pavillion latticework, it’s populace looking on with interest as I make my way through this hallowed land. Red and white head-scarfs whip manically at shoulders, sandy eyes tracking me from beyond the gloom of tattered canvas. I’m vaguely aiming for the silhouette of a hill that I guess is the outskirts of Sweileh, but frankly I have no idea where I am.
||| Wanderlust
Towering behind a grass-covered amphitheatre, the remains of The Berlin Wall peer down over Mauer park’s latest wannabe pop stars strutting to an imaginry beat. Adorned with provocative art from all corners of the globe, the wall cuts through inner-city greenery like a concrete snake, history’s most revered division now acting as both a haunting reminder of humanities darkest hours and a popular canvas for social thought.
||| HDART
Dark embers glow, a still heart forged from starlight on the eve of judgement. A once Jovian anvil now broken by the will of false gods. Yet the lifeless beats anew. Pangaea wakes to a vast numbness, rising to dull tones permeating primordial canals, her infantile vision clouded by sea greens and sky blues. Her fragile frame exudes light as if an open doorway on the darkest of nights.