Category Archives: Portraits of….

The protesting woman

Make up and a head scarf- perfectly done, maybe she likes secret garden ( the K-drama) maybe she is vain, elegantly classy or brazenly crass-y, maybe she is from a çlique, upside, or is rather silly, maybe she’s the next … Continue reading

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Portrait of Scat: Dawn

This is Scat, on the left, sitting with her skirt surrounding her, in an enchanted forest. She always loved red skirts. The view from above: And she is beautiful. ~THE END~ Transition:

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Portrait of Scat: Morning

The bells are ringing, dust is falling, rose petals rain down on the town square… The rest of 2010 can’t feel anything-like a wall- ouch-OUCH-stop that- ALL her fault- can’t think- can’t be myself- ARGH!-like i’ve been sucked dry mentally- … Continue reading

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Portrait of Scat: Afternoon

22nd March, 2010 Get out. Get out ! No. NO. Now. Don’t be seen. Don’t let them see you. ESCAPE. TO FREEDOM. now. NOW. NOWWWW!! Enough is enough. Don’t let them control you. Don’t let them find you.RUN. RUN. don’t … Continue reading

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Portrait of Scat: Evening

“I feel bad for the way we treated you, now. I didn’t know you had all those monsters/fire in your head…” “Do you remember Teacher J? She told us off for the way we treated you…” I had monsters and … Continue reading

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Portrait of Scat: Sunset

One of the most vivid memories I have of the high school I briefly went to for A-levels was one of Scat’s friends, Tammy, deciding to draw three of us girls on the white board in front of the Physics … Continue reading

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Portrait of Scat: Night

Scat lived in the time when we scarred the most. She was a mixture of impressions from the beginning to the end, and yet indefinable, always. To this day I have little idea who she really is. This portrait is … Continue reading

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