I’ve changed the way i look a bit….deliberately. I’ve got a new hair-cut which is blanketed by strong shades of black. The blonde strands have gone and i’ve become a bit monochrome..donning a lot of black and white. In some strange inexplicable mechanism its giving me strength. Confidence. Power. Black and white is so dramatic isn’t it? Light is meaningful only in relation to darkness and truth presupposes error. It is these mingled opposites which people our life….makes it pungent, intoxicating. And we only exist in terms of this conflict…in the zone where Black and White clash.
Frames that inspire me: