From Here.

Storey Art.

From Here.

18/5/22

From Here.

This is an open letter. We have tinned food. “Breathe with me.” And light the candles and incense sticks. We'll find the love in the summer. Certain time. Next episode.

“Am I worth it? It seems I'm stuck in the promise. Tell me what you want.”

There’s a story for us in every corner of this place.

Now I'm here to stay.

“Hi.”

Seems like yesterday.

Tell you that I'm broken. With the words that are unspoken. Tell me how to escape this pain.

“Hi.”

Nothing ever really changes. The masts. Sight. South or north. Fucking cut me up have I bled dry… Know where we stand. And breathe. I’ve seen heaven and hell… I’m my own saviour.

“Press. Chsht. Slide.”

So many faces. In my mask I've told the story. I feel the pressure in my mind, breathe, breathe it in.

“Enemies!”

I’ve got to hold on.

Find me all the girls looking for love.

Thoughtful.

“What did you create?…”

Arran Storey.

Digital Photograph.

Dimensions.

4096 x 2730

Prints For Sale.

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