The Foxtrot | "At times, when waiting for the evening light, I fall asleep on bracken and breathe in dry earth and rotting reeds. Insects hover then move along and the birdsong becomes multifold, reaching me through slumber. When I open my eyes I find myself in a world of characters that dance and play through centuries. Furtive, then playful, wary then carefree, forever young. Those are the hours I share their world and restore my mind." | Buy here
The Foxtrot | "At times, when waiting for the evening light, I fall asleep on bracken and breathe in dry earth and rotting reeds. Insects hover then move along and the birdsong becomes multifold, reaching me through slumber. When I open my eyes I find myself in a world of characters that dance and play through centuries. Furtive, then playful, wary then carefree, forever young. Those are the hours I share their world and restore my mind." | Buy here
