Monica Dranger:
Freedom
Monica Dranger:
Waiting for Godot
Monica Dranger:
Old lady and older shadow on a Saturday afternoon
Monica Dranger:
Strangers in the night
Monica Dranger:
The florist
Monica Dranger:
The end of the day
Monica Dranger:
Bring me water
Monica Dranger:
Belonging
Monica Dranger:
Weight of the World
Monica Dranger:
When it starts raining
Monica Dranger:
Walk away
Monica Dranger:
Untitled
Monica Dranger:
Smoke break
Monica Dranger:
Conversation
Monica Dranger:
Into the light
Monica Dranger:
Together
Monica Dranger:
The man who daydreamed or the melancholic tattoist
Monica Dranger:
Untitled
Monica Dranger:
Let there be peace on earth and let it begin with us/me
Monica Dranger:
Winter
Monica Dranger:
Blindness
Monica Dranger:
Anonymity
Monica Dranger:
A little bit of freedom
Monica Dranger:
The most beautiful creature on Earth
Monica Dranger:
Melbourne
Monica Dranger:
"Our doubts are traitors and make us lose the good we oft might win, by fearing to attempt"
Monica Dranger:
Then
