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

Sunrise...

What breaks in daybreak? Is it the night? Is it the sun, cracked in two by the horizon like an egg, spilling out light?
Margaret Atwood

Autumn Series...

Delicious Autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns.
George Eliot.

Poem Upon the Sky...

                          

Trees are poems that the earth writes upon the sky, 

We fell them down and turn them into paper,

That we may record our emptiness.

Kahlil Gibran

Sand Tracks...

Not all those who wander are lost...
J.R.Tolkein

Love with A Chance of Drowning...

We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By the sea girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us and we drown.
T.S.Eliot