Images of Bristol moving in solitude with a different perspective.
Shadows illuminated in the stillness of smal rooms only broken by the curved shapes which covers the dullest grey. Smoke melted in the sky that draws the solitude of your flight. Everything is linear, even the horizon, sometimes blurred by soft colour, twinkles. Open doors to the man’s lonely rest waiting to the becoming of a lost course and broken along his life, among the stones of a vessel already far from its port.