wonder when that tired old song will ever end.
the boys have been busy too. providing me with pages and pages of mad little drawings or elaborate paintings
which i cast my evil eye over (very picky), then i photograph, chop, change, embellish, make into screens, mix some colours and turn into this...
MY CITY
and this....
YOUR CITY
endless variations on a theme...
here's the child labour compound high in a tree house where the authorities won't find them.
