Easy Rider Notting Hill Carnival 2018
Riding high into the battle of Shrewsbury Mews on her steed
Fending off the crowds and holding back the crumbling walls
The spirits and the smokes fuel the illusions as the world starts spinning round
An enthralled black man called horse, blinkered with pink heart-shaped glasses
Night is coming to our mind as we grow numb, waiting for the ultimate freedom
Death alone can break our chains..
Hugh Ardoin The Galleries