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It sits on his face, long and spiky, like the spines of a porcupine. In black and white, it tells me to keep away. Do not cross him today.
I slide into it smoothly, its sides pinning my arms. Above me, two pale cream strip lights gleam, trying to be reassuring. A single dark scratch on the hard plastic surface hangs above my face. I close my eyes, hoping … Continue reading
Front hooves balance on the edge of the horsebox window. His sculptured face and soft nose are turned towards the wind as it rushes past. He revels in the feel of it, his mane blowing out behind him.
A large room, stacked from floor to ceiling with mirrors and frames. A thick layer of sawdust coats everything, working its way into every crevice. On the walls, an ever-changing landscape of pictures hang, framed and waiting for collection. They … Continue reading
His face a mask of concentration, he plays a slow, sad tune as the cars and caravans leave. The festival is over but he will play on.
She sits, paws tucked under her for warmth, her eyes half closed against the light. As it falls on the white windowsill it is reflected up to highlight her pale chin. Her face is lit from underneath with an almost … Continue reading
Black raincoat covering her body, hood pulled tight around her ears and chin. Her head is forced down against the driving rain. As she reaches the crossing, she raises it to reveal a startling face; lips and eyes made up … Continue reading
Her face explodes from the canvas. A large grin with startling white teeth against her dark skin. Her eyes look mischievous and fun. A portrait not quite finished, but bursting with life and joy.
He rips the paper bag open and makes a five-year-old’s exclamation of delight. He holds it up to his ear. “Can you hear the sea?” I ask. “I can hear the sea and I can hear me in there!” he … Continue reading
Our neglected plot is a challenge to her, not a chore. Her face reveals the freedom she feels and the possibilities which lie ahead.