Hope, healing, and hitchhiking.

Walls exist to keep the truth out.

The curtain rises on stories left unfinished.

Unrequited love. Creative jealousy. Guns. Vodka. Art.

Love is imperfect, identity can be deceiving, and perfection is dangerous.

Believing better is possible is the first step.

Bathed in the heat of the feminine erotic and the glow of the Caribbean sun.

When an individual’s actions shake a world off its axis, how is honour restored?