A Winter's Tale...

I love to watch the the fine mist of the night come on,
The windows and the stars illumined, one by one,
The rivers of dark smoke pour upward lazily,
And the moon rise and turn them silver. I shall see
The springs, the summers, and the autumns slowly pass;
And when old Winter puts his blank face to the glass,
I shall close my shutters, pull the curtains tight,
And build me stately palaces by candlelight.
Charles Baudelaire

Things Are Not As They Seem...

The question is not what you look at, but what you see.
Henry David Thoreau

Bleak...

You said I killed you - haunt me then....Be with me always - take any form - drive me mad! Only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you.
Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights

By the Sea...

I am longing to be with you, and by the sea, where we can talk together freely and build our castles in the air.

Bram Stoker

Diaphanous: A Self-Portrait...

Now life is very solid or very shifting....Also it is transitory, flying, diaphanous. I shall pass like a cloud on the waves.

Virginia Woolf.

Perception is but a Dream...

Put yourself behind my eyes and see me as I see myself, for I have chosen to dwell in a place you cannot see.

Rumi

Haunting...

We're all of us haunted and haunting.

Chuck Palahniuk.

Faith is Black & White...Rural Churches

It is wonderful how much time good people spend fighting the devil. If they would only spend the same amount of energy loving their fellow men, the devil would die in his own tracks of ennui.

Helen Keller.

Stormy Weather...

You will hear thunder and remember me,
and think: She wanted storms.
Anna Akhmatova

Dream Within A Dream...

All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.
Edgar Allan Poe

Ephemeral...

I have found a dream of beauty at which one might look all one's life and sigh.
Isabelle L Bird

In Flight...

Once you have tasted flight, you will forever walk the earth with your eyes turned skyward, for there you have been, and there you will always long to return.
Leonardo da Vinci

Blurred Vision...An artistic adventure

Art....is a foreign city, and we deceive ourselves when we think it familiar.
Jeannette Winterson

Self Portrait...

Are we all living like this? Two lives, the ideal outer life and the inner imaginative life where we keep our secrets?
Jeannette Winterson

The Colour Purple...

I think it pisses God off if you walk past the colour purple in a field somewhere and don't notice it.

Alice walker