henrietta reveurThe Beauty of my SonAs Ilay in the darkness, feeling the despair of night, my sight taken by the dark, feeling the despair of the abandonment of oblivion. Here…Mar 12, 2016Mar 12, 2016
henrietta reveurPandoras Box (contemporary version)My sleep this week has been dire, punctuated by the low drone of a hornet. Every night. It’s becoming a theme, a 2 am pas de deux, me and…Mar 11, 2016Mar 11, 2016
henrietta reveurA Mona Lisa SmileSunday sunshine, a secret bay, some sparkle and acres of serene space. I run here, it’s like the edge of the world, the end of the world…Mar 11, 2016Mar 11, 2016