With heavy bass, hearts align.

No outside world, just this divine,

Creative spirits, unleashed and wild.

In the depths of darkness, they are beguiled.

No judgments here, no eyes to see,

Pure expression, wild and free,

Each step and whirl, a whispered plea,

For the universe to finally see.

So let them dance, with all their might.

In the darkness, they find their light.

Beautiful souls, forever adorned.

In that dark room, where freedom's born.

I spent 4 years documenting underground raves throughout Scotland. Here is a small selection of the work.

It is an ever expanding archive.