I mould my world with plasticine hands. It is not a perfect world but it is utopian in its imperfect nature. Here, people are not beautiful, nor do they strive to become. The nights are always cold and another’s warmth is everlastingly absent. The moon exists, yet its full presence is never felt or missed.

This is a place where happiness has no name. Happiness exists but is never defined. It has no reverse; no opposing force to fight for supremacy. Therefore, unhappiness is even more ambiguous.

Long ago, someone managed successfully to define happiness. The feeling was captured and bottled, only to be sold on the growing black market for emotions. The venture quickly went out of business, as nobody was interested in buying something, which they could not understand let alone put to any meaningful use. So, happiness remained a grey area. Now, I have made it illegal – just in case.

I have made the sun subservient. I have stolen its glory and pocketed its splendour. But I am not a selfish creature – I have provided candles  for everyone – such is my benevolent nature.

Darkness however, is free and abundant. In fact, it prevails because I believe it instills peace and tranquility. Besides, it is a proven fact that sunlight in uncontrolled amounts damages the skin and the eyes. It is a precaution you see, it is love.

Just to explain a few things though, humanity has forfeit its right to choice. It is a simple necessity, which I recognised long ago. People do not have it in them to choose for themselves and therefore I volunteered myself as a public servant with limitless and paramount powers. Now, I choose.

There was a time when faces were soiled by fear and hearts suffered in unison. But now everything and everyone is calm. Calm and controlled.  This is my mould.

Air (POW!etry)

Hysterical hissing
Silent dissing –
Force me on my knees.

Piercing looks
Bloodied hooks –
Pull me to my knees.

Belligerent muses
Scanty excuses –
Roll me in the mud.

Stop!

Freeze my arms in mid-air,
Paint them red, the colour of war.
Hand me a knife
And turn fate on its axis.
Give me a narrow advantage
And place a fairytale ending
Within my grasp.

With one swing of the blade
I can slash destiny in two –
To crawl through the opening
For air

Man (POW!etry)

Man

Deep in the forest
In a house of dung
A man caresses hope
With his velvet tongue.

But in his golden mirror
His fate is soon foretold;
His face appears young
Though he is grey and old.

And in his heart’s slow sway
He reads his sudden end,
As happiness and will 
Both quickly fade away.

He dreams of love once felt
And rips his lips apart;
To vent that death may quickly melt
The chains that bind his fallen heart.

Such chains, such pains,
Such wanting and such demonstration;
Such tears, such fears
All borne from desperation.

A billion heartbeats
Come and go in vain 
To ring out in his empty shell,
For he will always love her till the end
And that’s the truth I’m here to tell.

For the sinners

Last month I shot the brilliant musician that is Sin D’rella. She wears beautiful venetian masks and was once booed off stage in the US by a mob of angry southern hicks for re-arranging America The Beautiful into an anti-capitalist hymn. She is daring yet sensitive, beautiful and mysterious… more to come SOON!

Listen to Sin… click HERE!

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Its been a while since I last stood in front of the camera for myself and so here I go:

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Riverbourne’s Finest

When insurance industry professionals stepped into Panda Studio… introducing Shauna & Bex:

Hair & MUA: Jay “Pinxie” Turnbull

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Panda Studio is on Facebook , join our group below to keep up with Offeres, Casting Calls and general banter:

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In the studio today:

Eugene Ankomah is a brilliant young mind, a young gentleman, an artists and a thinker. I find his works organised and intelligent yet chaotic at the same time and much of his creative drive is instinctive and spontaneous. I absolutely love his work and I urge you to check out his web page to delve into the mind of one of London’s most ingenious dream-weavers:  www.myspace.com/eugeneankomah

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Earlier this month I was paid a visit by an old friend from France. Lou-Lou is a budding actress and director. She wanted new images to feature on her website and asked me to help. Without further ado I present Lou-Lou…

Lou’s Website: www.sarahloulemaitre.com

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