4th June 2019

THE MUD MAN / PART 1

You are the only thing standing between your people and the mob, that braying mass swarming the ghetto’s gates crying for blood, haemorrhaging bloody lies through […]
26th September 2019

THE MUD MAN / PART 2

On that first icy predawn you stood in the little cobbled square behind the very gate you are now guarding, the ghetto populace entire surrounded you, […]
17th November 2019

THE MUD MAN / PART 3

Six nights ago you were sculptured from river bank mud. Three times the sun had sank behind the castle spires since you were fired up and […]
2nd December 2019

Me and my ferocious playmate in our natural habitat:

Bet you are dying to know what else we do together, and how can you slide yourself into this picture.