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OIL ON CANVAS By me.
ONE OF A KIND
From the Hobbit
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And have fun :-D
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...There is a freedom more precious than the world. Infinitely more precious than life and the world is that moment when one is alone with God.” Rumi
Summer's end
So, we'll go no more a roving
So late into the night,
Though the heart be still as loving,
And the moon be still as bright. - Lord Byron
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.
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!
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
A Voyage to Arcturus - by David Lindsay
"I dream with open eyes,' he answered, looking around at the door, 'and others see my dreams. That is all."
Listen ♫
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.
'All is clouded by desire: as fire by smoke, as a mirror by dust ...Through these it blinds the soul.' C.J. Koch,
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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
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 :-)
an ambitious winter project I am attempting to complete by Christmas lol. Keep your storybooks on hand.
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