my boy builds coffins,

My boy builds coffins with hammers and nails,

 he doesn't build ships he has no use for sails.

My boy builds coffins for the rich and the poor,

Kings and Queens them all knocked on his door.

My boy builds coffins he makes them all day,

but it's not just for work and it isn't for play.

My boy builds coffins for better or worse,

some say it's a blessing some say it's a curse.

My boy builds coffins and I think it's a shame,

that when each ones been made he can't see them again.

Photos-Me. :)

Lyrics- Florence and the Machine.

I took these photos on an exursion down my street endeavouring to capture everyones curbside cleanups for my conceptual art assignment. My concern was 'junk' which soon turned into 'new life' and I quite enjoyed doing it. When you think about it, everyone labels anything that they think is no use to them anymore as 'junk', but really is it not just an object that has lost its use as one thing, but can be turned into another? It's about imagination. I havn't edited these photos at all, apart from some cropping and compressing, because I really liked how raw and organic they looked to begin with. Let me know what you think!

Also I have to apologise, yet again, for the huge delay in posting. I have had weeks of assignments and exams, however now I am free. Freedoms never felt so good.

What has everyone been up to?

Lots of love! B xx