Without words I would hum.
Without words I would stop.
Two examples of previous photography work of mine.
Fireworks - people - smoke An eeriness you'd expect from a Turner painting.
The angel is thin, you could imagine her on the front cover of a trashy magazine, her shoulder blades sticking out of her skin as she discusses her colourful past and how rehab has finally sorted her out. The wings are scratched and untidy. She cltuches her hand to her chest for protection. She isn't a fallen angel, just misunderstood and vulnerable, I think she is winking at me?
A different approach to the white rabbit no humanised form and slightly frightening. While the background displays an excerpt from the book, a light passage, the image of the rabbit looks far from inviting.