A single fingerprint can reveal so much about who you are, your unique identifier in this infinite expansion of time and space. An impression left by the friction of your finger. An identifier that is detailed, unique, unchanging, and durable over the span of your life – making it the perfect marker and symbol of […]

Rust & Stardust

Intimate relationships, much like the cosmos, have laws. Laws of attraction, laws of chemistry, and laws of physics. I’ve often wondered why it is that some couples are perfect for each other, and others seem to perpetuate poetic catastrophe. I’ve dreamt up this great correlation between the rules of the planets and the rules of […]

Writer’s Block & Recalibration: Nabokov’s Lolita

My pallet has lost its vibrancy, colours mixed in the wrong equation. My paintbrush has dried up, boar bristles jagged and harsh. My toolbox, playing hide and seek. I stare at my canvas and despise what I have created – dullness – I loath it. The theory has overpowered the aesthetic. The rush has displaced […]

A Thing Of Beauty – The Male Species

There’s so much poetry written about women. An endless fascination with their beauty, character, and bodies. Women – the inspiration for art, muses for the artist. A woman can hold a gaze in a way that no man can recreate, she is the centrepiece of every room, the moon amongst the stars. Women are empowered […]

The New Panopticon: Social Media

Is it possible that Facebook, instagram, and any other social media you can think of, is imprisoning us? Setting guidelines on how we behave and interact on social media? Are we subscribing to our own imprisonment? The Panopticon is a building designed by the English philosopher and social theorist Jeremy Bentham, the concept of the […]

Jack Vettriano & Painted Eroticism

It was round about midnight on a Saturday night, I was laying in bed doing some research for an art paper when I came across it. Jack. Vettriano. His name rolled off my tongue. There was something about his name that pulled me in, it was justified the second I saw his paintings. With each […]

Why Is The Mystery Of Dating Obsolete?

There I stood in a fresh farmers market, my hand reaching down to pick a ruby red delicious apple, when all of a sudden another hand reached to pick the same one. I looked up into big green eyes and a handsome smile. I apologised, gave him the apple and walked a few steps to […]