About a year ago I saw this coffee stain out in the tradesmans entrance to the hospital where folk surruptitiously go for a fag and meant to take a photo. It appeared then to be a dragon eating its tail which is less obvious now but it HAS matured. Can't really say there has been a good reason I've been away, but it's been a while. I've been trying to venture into print. It's left me a bit reluctant to stare at backlit computer screens
nicotine sings its raspy song as we gather edigily around in throngs to watch its sputtered cursed way down in the hole we see them lay.. jingle jangled bone-ed chimes merrily in softer climes however if you drag you will end up like a fag
yeah.. I guess.. for me a photograph does not really exits unless it is printed and I understood your dilemma over the prints you hung at Muswellbrook I would however still stand by my opening statement and you MUST print it to retain it as a soft copy is oh so fragile... Nice dragon... now the lair.. how is that going.. oh and PS KEEP PRINTING