PrisonG

I found myself in a small well-appointed apartment in the heart of Brisbane last week. Located on the twenty-sixth floor, so far from the ground, it felt like being imprisoned. No trees, not much colour; concrete, steel and hard lines hemming me in.

Another collage series coming on.

 

 

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