London in bloom.

The Ringlemere Cup,
one of only two known Bronze Age gold cups found in the UK.

JMW Turner, Battersea Church and Bridge, with Chelsea beyond? Watercolour.

W. Blake - The man who taught Blake painting in his dreams

Níkos Khatzikyriákos-Ghíkas

Níkos Khatzikyriákos-Ghíkas - Wild Garden

John Craxton - A priest

Book cover and inside drawing by John Craxton.

My little furry buddies...I've missed you so incredibly bad!

Entre deux averses

Right or wrong?

 

True or fake?

Faithful or deceiving?

Trustworthy or unreliable?

Devoted or disloyal?

Loving or indifferent?

Caring or irresponsible?

Honest or corrupt?

Virtuous or devious?

Impartial or unfair?

Conscientious or negligent?

Stable or unbalanced?

Reasonable or outrageous?

Compassionate or merciless?

Tolerant or prejudiced?

What do you know?

 

 

My beloved treasured adorable sunshine.

14 today.

Clouds

Almost night fall

The sky resembles a huge expressionist canvas 

Stroked with orange and blue shades of fading light
And ship-shaped clouds sailing across ethereal nebulas

Towards the end of the day.

Spring EquinoX

“  Whether we are inveterate inlanders or dwell perpetually on the tide line, we have an oceanic memory. Indeed, such are the correspondences between ocean and our psychic depths that the two might be visible and invisible forms of the same reality. In the one, as in the other, subterranean and celestial fluidities coalesce. Their most abyssal regions are largely impenetrable. "Living fossils" in the sea, like the archaic energies in the psyche, have remained largely unchanged over millions of years, lurking in the icy darkness of the bottom waters. Whole ecosystems, untouched by sunlight, flourish in the sea just as networks of accumulated experience flourish in the psyche, enhancing the waters regardless of our knowledge of their existence. In each of us, salty amniotic waters run in our mnemonic veins. Tidal currents course through our deep and shallows, yielding to the rhythmic pull of the moon and the sun.. The undulations of our myriad intensities combine in ever-changing patterns reflected on our surfaces, just as the patterns of waves strains  - intermingling, overtaking, passing, or sometimes engulfing one another - are endlessly reconfigured over the surface of the sea.”

The book of Symbols - Reflections on archetypal images.