In my fury My nose to hers. When asked, “Do YOU Know the meaning of NO?” Her reply short and quick with a smile: “A starting point, you know.” Stopped me dead in my tracks, “What?” “You always said If you accept the first no You deserve it, So I just hammer till you crack.”
The brief was handed to me. Something which depicts Spring, but with a touch of blossoming, rebirth or metamorphosis somewhere in the background; lying there, its presence as subtle as possible. The first part was easy enough. Spring to me means fruit, and in Malta that means sweet, juicy strawberries. But how to best bring
Illustration by Daniela Attard The sun shone. Atop a two hundred-foot white cube stood three figures. One mile away, a three-person boat approached the cube. The heaviest passenger, wearing knee-high rain boots, grunted and rowed. There was no rain. A cluster of strings floated by the boat. The female passenger spun a parasol and laughed.