Un-Selfie Walk-By – Monochromes in a Colourful Mind

I walk with purpose towards my destination, my mind set on reaching the end of the road, my feet carrying me forward, my eyes fixed, mindless. But as I stride near a glass wall, my attention is suddenly diverted, drawn to the reflections dancing on its surface, enticing me to pause and contemplate. And there, … Continue reading Un-Selfie Walk-By – Monochromes in a Colourful Mind

Un-Selfie Persona – Monochromes in a Colourful Mind

A purposeful reflection, captured in the then-ness of my mind, as I pondered the uncertainty of my identity, in relation to a question of self-awareness. Who was I, really? At that moment in my life experience, I found myself asking the question, as I searched for visual meaning and purpose. Was my identity something fixed, … Continue reading Un-Selfie Persona – Monochromes in a Colourful Mind

Un-Selfie Returning Its Gaze – Monochromes in a Colourful Mind

In the selfie, we freeze a moment, Capturing a glimpse of ourselves, But it's more than just an image, It's a snapshot our psyche. Each pixel a reflection of our souls, The lighting, the angle, the omissions, All woven together to create a tapestry, A visual feast of self-awareness. But as we stare, we begin … Continue reading Un-Selfie Returning Its Gaze – Monochromes in a Colourful Mind

Blue Piano – Monochromes in a Colourful Mind

In the Jazz Cafe, the air is thick with smoke, A sweet smell of whiskey and blues fills the room. I sit and watch the pianist play, His fingers dancing on the keys like flames. His music wraps around me like a warm embrace, As I become lost in the rhythms of the night. The … Continue reading Blue Piano – Monochromes in a Colourful Mind

Trying On A Look – Monochromes in a Colourful Mind

Through the haze of smoke and neon lights, I wander, searching for my true form. A chameleon, I shed my skin with ease, trying on different guises like a child with dress-up. The leather jacket and shades of rebellion, the flowery shirt of a hippie dreamer, the tailored suit of a businessman, each outfit a … Continue reading Trying On A Look – Monochromes in a Colourful Mind

The North Face, I Think – Monochromes in a Colourful Mind

Lost in the woods, we hear the whispers Of tales told to calm our fears Moss grows on the north side, they say Or is it fungi on the east But who can trust these tricky myths If the forest has enchanted our minds The trees shift and move, as if alive The leaves rustle, … Continue reading The North Face, I Think – Monochromes in a Colourful Mind

Dusk’s Eye – Monochromes in a Colourful Mind

Clouds gather in the sky like an army Ready to conquer the fading sun As the day draws to a close The photographer takes his stance Framing his composition with care The eye of the island beckons A gateway to another world And the break in the clouds above A glimpse into the beyond The … Continue reading Dusk’s Eye – Monochromes in a Colourful Mind

Evidence of Muses – Monochromes in a Colourful Mind

In the quiet of the artist's studio, Amidst the canvases and brushes, Lies a treasure trove of inspiration, A library of secondhand books. Volumes on every art movement and technique, On almost every artist that ever lived, Their spines worn, their pages yellowed, Lovingly collected from garage sales and thrift stores. Each book a portal … Continue reading Evidence of Muses – Monochromes in a Colourful Mind

A Field of Wind Catchers – Monochromes in a Colourful Mind

In the field of impossibly tall wind catchers, Stands a sea of white, reaching for the sky, Each stem fragile and proud, Yet standing precariously in the dog days of Summer. The slightest breeze, a whispered invitation, To set their fluffs free and continue their journey, Across their world, To take root once again, to … Continue reading A Field of Wind Catchers – Monochromes in a Colourful Mind

The Dead Sorrows – Monochromes in a Colourful Mind

Fall clouds at dusk, sepia and blood-stained, silhouettes formed through dying stalks in desiccated fields. Terrifying and satisfying silences as we stop to absorb, the rustle of leaves the only sound. A moment frozen in time, as the world fades into darkness, leaving only the nemonic ghosts to haunt our dreams. We are but passive … Continue reading The Dead Sorrows – Monochromes in a Colourful Mind