Walking through my current home town New Mills, I noticed an empty building. Golden hour was upon us, and the soft sunlight characteristic to this time of the day was reflecting wonderfully in the window, emphasizing the contours of the poster that was once there.
Old folders in the corner of the window, covered in dust, bent, bleached by the sun, crooked out of shape, sublimely ornamented letterbox, right place and the right time, but most importantly, eyes wide open.
It made me wonder about how inspiring everything around us is, only if we are mindful and observant enough. If I carry that thought with me on my creative journey, I expect exciting artwork to follow as a consequence.