Our land bleeds
For the future of the child,
And the injustice to the mild,
Our mother land wails
In solemn mournful pain
To the advantage of those
In malicious gain.
A man should bear his brow with sweat
To keep his dry lips wet,
For dialogue is only a ceaseless beat
To an unwanted…
It was the season of heavy jackets, and I swung, buttoned up, above tessellating woodchips. I wasn’t doing this for myself, so it gave me a hero complex for about two seconds. I looked from my abdomen to my toes and back again, feeling for once like a complete human being — one whose thoughts weren’t all having…
Having been involved with both the sales team and studio for well over a year now, I’ve been fortunate to deal with all aspects of the banner process, from taking the original customer enquiry, giving quotes, designing original print-ready artwork, through to passing it on to our…
It’s a beautiful thing, isn’t it? It’s scary too. I read somewhere ( James Altucher) that if you’re not scared when you hit the publish button, then you’ve not bled. And that if you’re scared when you’re about to hit the publish button, you should hit it.