She was alone. She was frightened. The scorching sun blazed down on the dry land. Was this to be the end of days?
My fourth piece of art created in collaboration with the fabulous award winning photographer and artist, Gabriel Olude, from Lagos, Nigeria.
The weak afternoon sun was just penetrating through the ominous black clouds, sparkling on the calm waters of the loch,…
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Lonely trees are not lonely; they have their eternal companies: Songs of the birds; shadows of the clouds; lights of…
The moon of the night shone upon her ebony skin. Such a mysterious beauty. Her hair carefully coiled, her eyes…
“If I had wings to fly, I would soar to the very highest point to break the blanket of those…
Magic, unleashed from its chains, erupted from the fountain of milk. Ophelia stood there, soaking up its rays, gaining strength,…