Sometimes Magic happens…
Even as colouroverlays the monochrome, I see no beauty here. Only chaosand waste. Lives. Ways of Life. Stolen. And for … More
No matter the Framing, the Mat, or the Pane / The Whole of The Story it shall not contain.
Just / Air
The Poets knows this / Better than their Readers / Who will see / What They will see.
only the long trip finds warm light
Now, we go inside to experience the past painter’s present.
sanctuary should always be wherever we find ourselves…
All is Chaos – Yet Structure and Purpose will always be found Within.
Who Belongs? You tell me…
Time to put some more of our “White Gilt” to work.
the bowl remains just as full…
This canvas was not meant to be pierced.
Different is good
whilst tripping through the polychromed portal…
filtered light is still quite bright
and even more revealing
The Freezing comes and goes
That day shall come, too soon , notfastenough;
His, the warmest cold
quantum physics says there is no such thing as emptiness. own. embrace. that.