Saturday Afternoons: A Study in Colour...

Colour is a power that directly influences the soul.
Wassily Kandinsky

Snow...

They say that every snowflake is different. If that were true how could the world go on? How could we ever get up off our knees? How could we ever recover from the wonder of it?

Jeannette Winterson

Beach: Study in Black & White...

Nature does not hurry, yet everything is accomplished.

Lao Tzu

Sunset...

Earth and moon and sun and stars,

Planets and comets with tails blazing,

All are there forever falling,

Falling lovely and amazing.

Nick Cave

Seed Pod...

Nature's first green is gold
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down today.
Nothing gold can stay.

Robert Frost.

Mist in the Winter...

When it is misty, in the evenings, and I am out walking by myself, it seems to me that the rain is falling through my heart and causing it to crumble into ruins.
Gustave Flaubert

Wintery Sky...

Over the wintry forest, winds howl in rage with no leaves to blow.
Soseki Natsume

Light & Dark...

         

Darkness as well as light. Or do I mean darkness, another kind of light? Lucifer would say so, and I have a weakness for fallen angels.
Jeanette Winterson

Leaf...

Every production of an artist should be an expression of an adventure of his soul.
W. Somerset Maugham

Garden Revery...

Isn't it enough to see that a garden is beautiful without having to believe that there are fairies at the bottom of it too?
Douglas Adams

The Painter's Studio (Series II)...

The most fundamental reason one paints is in order to see.

Brett Whiteley

The Painter's Studio (Series I)...

Art should astonish, transmute, transfix. One must work at the tissue between truth and paranoia.
Brett Whiteley

Devil's Dance (Playing with Fire)...

Some say the world will end in fire
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favour fire.
But if I had to perish twice
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
Robert Frost

A Little Reflection... (Discombobulation)

The light of the morning decomposes everything.
Haruki Murakami

Wings of the Morning...

Sadness flies on the wings of the morning and out of the heart of darkness comes the light.
Jean Giraudoux