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Caught, and up against the wall, a female member of the resistance looks in vain for rescue. Her cell has hung her out to dry while they make their escape.... (mr aegian)

Over Christmas the aegians were involved in a difficult and complicated situation. When I was standing against the wall of magnificent old wood the heaviness of our personal situation made me unable to smile happily. I had in mind the millions, perhaps billions, of people throughout time who have suffered, been unjustly accused, imprisoned, tormented, tortured, killed and had their families' lives destroyed and their names made mud.

I am one of the lucky ones and my gratitude compels me to speak out, as I have tried to do in this photo. The red skirt and scarf were meant to remind people of all the blood that has been spilt. I wanted the importance of all those lives to be remembered and honoured. It was vital that the clothes which represent blood should be beautiful.

This image is our homage to all the beautiful blood that has been spilt over countless causes. Even today blood is being spilt. Blood is too precious to spill.

I wish it could stop happening. (mrs aegian)

I visited this location to take more photographs today and was seen doing so by a charming, elderly gentleman living virtually next door. He explained that this used to be a wood working shop where a businessman who lived opposite the end of this cul-de-sac used to make sash window frames over fifty years ago. Although his house was only an inner terrace Victorian dwelling it had a spiral staircase in it leading down to a cellar.

Apparently this man had pushed my informant's own mother around the neighbourhood in her pram when she was only a baby, so long had this family lived in the same place!

The dark wooden walls are oak and the workshop used to contain vintage woodworking machinery, powered by belts and pulleys. All of this was ripped out when the business closed over forty years ago. You are looking at the fossilised remains of a genuine piece of Victorian, urban light industry.

Because of the nature of this work I feel that this is an apposite place in which to post this link to the Charter for Compassion website: charterforcompassion.org/ (Mr aegian)

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Caught, and up against the wall, a female member of the resistance looks in vain for rescue. Her cell has hung her out to dry while they make their escape.... (mr aegian)

Over Christmas the aegians were involved in a difficult and complicated situation. When I was standing against the wall of magnificent old wood the heaviness of our personal situation made me unable to smile happily. I had in mind the millions, perhaps billions, of people throughout time who have suffered, been unjustly accused, imprisoned, tormented, tortured, killed and had their families' lives destroyed and their names made mud.

I am one of the lucky ones and my gratitude compels me to speak out, as I have tried to do in this photo. The red skirt and scarf were meant to remind people of all the blood that has been spilt. I wanted the importance of all those lives to be remembered and honoured. It was vital that the clothes which represent blood should be beautiful.

This image is our homage to all the beautiful blood that has been spilt over countless causes. Even today blood is being spilt. Blood is too precious to spill.

I wish it could stop happening. (mrs aegian)

I visited this location to take more photographs today and was seen doing so by a charming, elderly gentleman living virtually next door. He explained that this used to be a wood working shop where a businessman who lived opposite the end of this cul-de-sac used to make sash window frames over fifty years ago. Although his house was only an inner terrace Victorian dwelling it had a spiral staircase in it leading down to a cellar.

Apparently this man had pushed my informant's own mother around the neighbourhood in her pram when she was only a baby, so long had this family lived in the same place!

The dark wooden walls are oak and the workshop used to contain vintage woodworking machinery, powered by belts and pulleys. All of this was ripped out when the business closed over forty years ago. You are looking at the fossilised remains of a genuine piece of Victorian, urban light industry.

Because of the nature of this work I feel that this is an apposite place in which to post this link to the Charter for Compassion website: charterforcompassion.org/ (Mr aegian)