Hanbury Street.
The bookshop was closed, but still brightly lit. She paused to look at the paperbacks on display — among them:
I, Alone
Lost Family
Warrior
Out of Sync
“The stories of my life,” she mumbled, as she walked away. Will she someday heal from the things she does not talk about?
Shoreditch Road
She considers herself the new Basquiat — disruptive, misunderstood, visionary! She paints on brick and stone at night in furtive alleys and back streets where none witness her at work.
They call her a vandal, a defacer, these people who don’t know much about art, but know what they don’t like.
Thank you Terry Freedman for letting me use your inspiring photos.
Terry writes Eclecticism: Reflections on literature, writing and life .
Good!
Two very different enigmatic women, one with unspoken sorrows and the other, expressive and defiant.
I had to google Basquiat. Fascinating! Thank you for these this morning, Sharron.