Journal

I can feel the tempo of my heartbeat increasing, can perceive my olfactory nerves expanding and my pupils dilating. But most of all you bombard my mind, as one neuron flows to another across my brain synapses, creating a single thought; pure admiration.   During our former years you were all kinds of temptation. I felt you solely held the lit fuse and that I would forever be ready to...

  Day after day the seasons provide a sensory experience and I note the almost imperceptible changes as gradually winter transforms to spring. The heightened warmth of the sun encourages the flowers to begin their bloom, as life is teased from its cold sanctuary. These are the times I cherish, as the sun pricks my skin and the hazy vista stretches out ahead of me, I can drift and daydream. I run…

The immediate need I felt for you unnerved me; a desire so masochistic in essence for I knew our time was painfully limited. And who was I to own you, to hold you, to keep you? Yet my insistent longing superseded all logic. During those times I would find solace at the shore, as the soothing, gentle waves would caress the soles of my feet, their hypnotic rhythm reminding me of the…

  It had never been our intention, but as the months passed the tone of our correspondence changed as we had grown to know one another. The overly professional formality slipped away, replaced by a friendly rapport and it became evident there was a mutual mental attraction. We shared stories about our lives, our travels, the similarities of our experiences both striking and comforting. A statement that resonated so deeply it made…

Four years of meticulous planning though essential, had been arduous at times. Our mutual passion for design was the initial catalyst that brought us together and as the months passed, our relationship had developed and deepened to form an unbreakable trust. We discovered our approach to life was mirrored in the other and so it had simply felt like a natural progression to develop this project with you. To capture...

  There was little need to even talk, it was enough to just be in your presence. Those nights when the incessant thrum of the city would quieten, the sunset would envelop the skyline and you’d take my hand, leading me to the river. The sensuality of the water would reflect the dusky light, the constant shifting of shapes and soft colours were so mesmerising. On we would amble, listening…