PJ Ryan

Bitey, metaphorical and ambiguous little writes.

I love music. I like clouds, misfits, contradictions, eyes with stories and worlds within. I adore a brave heart on a sleeve, a risk taker, the second of a clock. Words and inky oceans beckon me. It’s deep.

My pictures are all mostly self portraits. I am drawn toward shadows and movement within an image. I appreciate evocative art – in whatever medium.

I believe the best writing derives from a place of no consequence.

I write about life – yours, mine, theirs, his, hers, yesterdays and tomorrow.

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copyright © 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, 2013 PJ Ryan.

My images and words do not belong to the public domain – copying, displaying or redistribution, manipulation and utilising of all writing, lyrics and images without permission from the artist is strictly prohibited.

“To me, the greatest pleasure of writing is not what it’s about, but the inner music that words make.”
Truman Capote