AMP: Artists' Meeting Place and Resource Collective

I had a 4 year relationship with this man.
He had brain damage from a car accident in his youth and a walk that suggested a former broken hip.
He always wore the same hat.
A barrow Florist would give him damaged flowers and he would walk around the inner city giving them away.

(Who wouldn’t sacrifice a bit of brain damage for the opportunity to walk round town leering quite openly at women ,thrusting wilting flowers in their faces.)

His benefit to me was that he would always do the same thing, he would limp slowly
up to my corner , head down, seemingly oblivious to the audience and the rising tension until, at the corner he would stop and without looking up raise his left hand high in the air and flip me the finger. He’d then limp off. He had great timing.

there was me.
and nobody else.
and it was lonely.

but things are better now.

...that's it.

Scheck it..

I plan to use this as an artistic photo diary of sorts - I am going to post a photo that I have taken and then give a short comment about it. It may or may not be related to the photo at all, and in fact may be my own way of voicing issues in my life, but let's see how far this will take me. Tomorrow I'll start!