Searching for Home

I get another invitation to go back to the sister of stuffs house while She’s away in Berlin. Of course Continue reading →

Searching for Home

I wake to the sight of a dead weight musician lying slumped on the sofa surrounded by fags, booze and Continue reading →

Searching for Home

When you are a guest in someone else’s house and you find yourself overwhelmed by their relationship with their habiliments. Continue reading →

Searching for Home

Here is like being home surrounded by my things, only they are not mine, not my things but they remind Continue reading →

Searching for Home

I voyaged into the depths of Splott with the attitude that “wherever I laid my hat was my home”. It Continue reading →

Searching For Home

Almost a year ago I set out to see what it would be like to live  without a home and Continue reading →