Drawing
My Library of Pressed Flowers
A few snippets of my ongoing project to document my found photo collection
Lost Girls
Fading memories
Remembering Margaret
‘And on entering the house everything took on new meaning, each object screamed of the emptiness her loss had left. The dirty plate with toast crumbs in the sink, which… Read more Remembering Margaret →
The past is just a story we tell ourselves
All the memories I have bought part two
