Billie

1983 was a big year for me, nearly 40 years ago Wowee, met my partner Sandra G, howling down the 'phone, raging in midstream, says all artists die alone, a photographer of big Beasts, and unashamed sclerotic dreams, she recounts all her stories, rocking episodes one by one, that terminate at the sea, their shadows dance in tune, storms at could have beens, God grants us dynamic scenes, forging history out of nothing, wherever she still carries on, in heaven with an ice cream, laughing at that time gone, such an enlightened being.