Cutting edge

Your so uncompromising

OXO

It doesn’t look like a beef stock cube

Here comes the storm

I’m flying South for the Winter

What are you?

No you are not wood, so start behaving like concrete.

Let me take your money

Place your money. Now you see it, now you don’t.

Exploding into life

I think its a fig tree. If not I’ll need a leaf to cover my embarrassment.

For Cristian & Marco

Now you can judge for yourself.

Reminiscences on a Winters morning

Summer evening