Not many i guess would have been as delighted as me to win a prize that meant access to a mental home in Spain. I was floored by the experience. For all I knew, the people in there were widows ,like me.....driven to insanity because of love, or even by the fact the world can be so loveless and more painful for those sensitive. I struggled knowing of the drugs it took to keep everyone appearing so called calm, took few photos, all of which have haunted me ever since- what can my taking a few photos do for them? Where are the beautiful answers ? Less drugs more talking therapy, surely....such a place is called a mad house, again the most sensitive actually attuned to whats really going on written off as mad?