‘Only a blow-in’.
Twenty-five years living in and giving to a community, but still an outsider. The raw, red blood-scars of exclusion imperfectly covered by convention and manners.
Kids in the playground shout and point, ‘you can’t be in our gang’.
‘Only a blow-in’.
Twenty-five years living in and giving to a community, but still an outsider. The raw, red blood-scars of exclusion imperfectly covered by convention and manners.
Kids in the playground shout and point, ‘you can’t be in our gang’.
A3. Mixed media on Paper, Card frame, 2025
