francesca Hill

Grief is difficult to explain. Its presence is always noticeable, but the strength of this presence is mutable. Overtime the momentum increases and once the heartache becomes too much to contain, conceal and ignore the wave breaks. How I hate those breaking waves, I dread waiting for them to...

‘Well, it’s one for the money, two for the show, three to get ready, now go, cat go…’ With the uttering of the first lyrics one is immediately transported back to the evening of the 4th December 1956 in the city of Memphis. The first song choice was crucial...