Come Fly With Me

The last two years of my life has seen immense change and heartache. I realised during the worst of these times that my art was reflecting my personal life, insomuch, as it saw only things that were wrong in the world. Since rediscovering myself, I have again opened my eyes to how beautiful life can be. Now I feel that I am entering a new phase whereby my art is once again more aesthetic. I am at peace.



The misplaced hubris of narcissism
Beguiling cloak of pious fascism
Fundamental rapture revealed in racism
Vanity, insanity, profanity
Fake false prophet of the deluded
Putin’s pawn with whom he colluded
The Emperor’s new clothes lay bare
Not the hope but the despair
We must continue and persist