Today’s piece is based on a photo of a friend at Glastonbury Festival a few years ago (you know who you are!) I’d like to include the original photo in this post to show you what I was working with but feel it a little unfair to the subject as his face has the unearthly pallor only a few days at Glastonbury can give you and his pink rimmed eyes have what can only be described as a ‘haunted’ look in them. So my description will have to suffice for now. Anyway, I think I’ve done him a service in this version.
I’ve also used the power of imagination to try and visualise what kind of thoughts would have been circulating sluggishly through his tired mind by this point. Ideas of escape, cries for help, a lot of random noise and the bird of conscience whispering sweet nothings to him. So there you have it…