work and other matters.

sometimes, work tends to become quiet. the kind of quiet where you can hear a pin drop.
dismal?
but with my creative, child like imagination, i (most of the time) over come this painful hurdle.
my ritual, if you must call it that, consists of paper, a pencil that has clearly been nibbled away till it looks naked and bone dry and maybe, on the odd occasion when my puny arms can be bothered, i bring in my camera, just to get a few shots of the wonders that lay beneath the dusty moulded old books.










PHOTOS BY CAMILLA (myself)