Reflections
See yourself clearly,the reflection of your eye, the shade of your frown. The colours are bright, the sun is high the moon is gone. He has seen your smile and walked away,the colours weren't right the palate was false, the car-park was vacant. You must pick up the brush and start again, follow the line, trust its depth follow his direction.
An afternoon in TelAviv
a small collection of images from back corners of TelAviv. Recently I have found my self at the bottom of a very uninspired pit and decided that enough is enough, the world is so full of inspiration, and beauty its about time I opened my eyes. This is a fresh start to a brand new exciting, colourful and inspired fairytale in my life.
See yourself clearly,the reflection of your eye, the shade of your frown. The colours are bright, the sun is high the moon is gone. He has seen your smile and walked away,the colours weren't right the palate was false, the car-park was vacant. You must pick up the brush and start again, follow the line, trust its depth follow his direction.
