#053: Comfort Rites

Perform your own Rites of Comfort - slip into your own soft, warm safety blanket, whatever that might entail.

Let yourself feel.  

Let yourself be free.  

#052: Witness (Does Silence Exist? V)

A person standing, gagged, in the centre of a compound surrounded by high walls and control towers topped with barbed wire, searchlights and guns.

#051: Always and Throughout

Oil on canvas.  A figure stands on a path.  Before them the path forks off into different directions time and time again, stretching out before them all the way to the horizon.  The paths are made up of rooms, all individual, each with at least two doors leading out of them to a new room, or path.  On the distant horizon are many final rooms and doors.

#050: Not really there

Oil on canvas.

A painting of me, sat on the bed in my university halls room with bubbles floating in the air, surrounding me.  Each bubble contains one of my dream worlds.

#049: Childhood

One long, twisty, turny, slide. Mostly in the sun but quickly changeable weather all the way.

#048: At a distance, anything is possible

A computer generated image of a figure at a computer using the web.

#047: The Impassable Place

Three dots arranged horizontally.

                                                    One           (horizontal)          line.

One dot.