I woke up early one morning whilst visiting my brother at his house in Preston, and was hit with a sudden burst of inspiration after seeing his back yard through the window.
I felt the barbed wire against the stormy sky conveyed a sense of bleakness, and poverty (Quite accurately as Preston itself is a rundown city, and my brother lives in a student house with a prison at one end of the road and the red light district at the other. Lovely.)
Obviously, the barbed wire also relates to Amnesty International's logo.
I woke up early one morning whilst visiting my brother at his house in Preston, and was hit with a sudden burst of inspiration after seeing his back yard through the window.
I felt the barbed wire against the stormy sky conveyed a sense of bleakness, and poverty (Quite accurately as Preston itself is a rundown city, and my brother lives in a student house with a prison at one end of the road and the red light district at the other. Lovely.)
Obviously, the barbed wire also relates to Amnesty International's logo.
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