Ironing Is Dead
Words and images are the coal in Winter when the ice bites my fingers. They are the sun in the Summer when the rain soaks my face.
At last I have started illustrating Masking The Madness a promise I made to myself a long time ago.
What started out as a seed of an idea developed into a life of its own – However I’m able to read and understand each image and colour of my childhood.
Illustrating the short story The Extension
In The Beginning
It’s enough …