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OIL ON CANVAS By me.
ONE OF A KIND
From the Hobbit
Just as you know, so can all of you, use my paintings as you like :) ( No copyright ) :) just go to my website:
And have fun :-D
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(I've been absent for a while dealing with family health issues.)
There is a morning inside you
waiting to burst open into light - Rumi
Thank you for all the invites!
I can never get old enough of loving "Trolls!. Especially when these neon coloured Trolls made a comeback some years ago.
Happy Smile on Saturday!
not second life but close lol!
every path and every stream we follow becomes a chapter in our story, every gate opens to a new dimension.
one of the images from my exhibit at Itakos Gallery
It will be up for while so do visit if you can.
"Even so, sometimes there were mornings, still folded between waking and dreaming, when Megan would bolt up in bed and exclaim ecstatically “How they danced, how they danced!!"
from my short story : CM
The Stolen Child is based on the poem by W. B. Yeats
"Go now, Persephoneia, to your dark-robed mother, and think kindly of me"
Hades to Persephone ( Homeric verse)
you want it darker by Leonard Cohen
...
There's a lover in the story
But the story's still the same
There's a lullaby for suffering
And a paradox to blame
But it's written in the scriptures
And it's not some idle claim
You want it darker
We kill the flame
'All is clouded by desire: as fire by smoke, as a mirror by dust ...Through these it blinds the soul.' C.J. Koch,
This is the wider view of Selwicks Bay, which also takes in the outline of the headland or 'grumpy troll' face staring out to sea! Wishing everyone a Happy Easter Break :-)
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And that is the name that you never will guess;
The name that no human research can discover—
But THE CAT HIMSELF KNOWS, and will never confess.
When you notice a cat in profound meditation,
The reason, I tell you, is always the same:
His mind is engaged in a rapt contemplation
Of the thought, of the thought, of the thought of his name:
His ineffable effable
Effanineffable
Deep and inscrutable singular name
T.S. Eliot
"They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning,
We will remember them."
Taken at the Cenotaph in Langford with a composite virtual poppy field
in the distance are the ruins of an Augustinian abbey. Around the 12th century the monks moved from the remote island of Skellig Michael to the mainland and built the priory.
an ambitious winter project I am attempting to complete by Christmas lol. Keep your storybooks on hand.
Taken in Tuscania, Italy. Spent the day in this delightful town. Well worth a visit if you are this way.
Special effect's by William Walton & Topaz.
More dreamscapes
come and visit, or join me on my WordPress blog for a taste of both real and virtual
The Runes of the Gatekeeper's Daughter
or on my facebook page
again a study in infrared taken at the lake with my Nikon. (fantasy elements added)
texture by A. Lenabem