loose lips sink ships

young boy mary mother ink ships and churches sinking stars dreaming of somewhere far away

wonder land

Took a break from the type-and-image to write letters and dance without a camera. You are Jack and I am Neal, Dean is me and you are (still) Jack. In more ways than one. It's been a strange dreamtime in-between summer time. Hopefully summer is here to stay...Late nights, "and the cars and the bars and the barmen". Speak to Arno Krüger. He will hologramise your vision, multi-dimensional-wise. Light/Colour/Flashburn and back to the pictures.