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Dancer. Copyright E B 2005














Experimental. Copyright E B 2005























Billie Holiday Copywright EB 2005

















Self Portrait Copyright EB and BY 2005

City Lights

Abstraction. Pen and ink. Copyright EB2005

Today is for lovers

Gustav Klimt. The Kiss.

Today is for Sculptors.

Andy Goldsworthy...

Anthony Gormley ...

Adoration of a Life Grown Wise in Love

I wanted to share with you a truly beautiful poem written for a dance recital by Ruby Ginner the founder of Classical Greek Dance. For many reason this poem holds a special place in my heart.

The Pillars of the House of my Beloved

Rise golden on a hill,

And through their shadowy avenues,

There steals the scent of olive trees,

And the dawn light on the far Ionian Sea.

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I stand within the House of my Beloved,

Reverent, before a veiled Radiance divine,

But, piercing by the strength of love that Mystery,

Look up where thou walkest on the lonely Mountains

Of the sky, and worship thee.

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I know not in what far place thy luminous beauty

Rest amid the skyey host. But before thine altar

I leave my body, as a lamp, wherin a little flame

Has burned; and so my soul, secure amid affinity,

Serenly shall go forth to thee, alone.

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A far note sounds, ethereal, tremulous and thin.

Calling from star to morning star, a song begins,

And all the corridors of earth and sky resound.

And with them my Song of Songs. 'Praise be to my Beloved',

'Where chant the starriest harpers of the Day, be praise!'

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The Pillars of the House of my Beloved

Stand golden on a hill, where birds are winging -

How shall I, who heard the chanting of the stars,

Bring gifts to my beloved, at the dawning, save

In the adoration of a life grown wise in love.

Van Gogh - Sunflowers.
Most of you I'm sure will
know this already...


I adore this painting though I have never truly understood why. I am not a fan of still life nor am I a follower of the impressionist movement, far from it. I have great respect for the 'masters' as it were, as all artists must but my prefered line of thinking, i have to admit, falls in with much more contemporary work. I am a visual conceptual artist and carry the necessary baggage that comes with that - rebellion, philosophy, sociopolitical ranting - amongst others. Yet this piece has followed me throughout my study, an icon if you like, that through all my preparation and development has remained emblazened on the retina of my artist's eye. So here it is my tribute to a man who despite his era of work is a testament to the artistic temperament - its genius as well as its anger and rebellion- accompanied with a style of brushwork and colour that was a mark of art beyond his time. Van Gogh I salute you.

Summer Rain

My toes touch the fields,

And I am with you now,

Golden fields and daisy chains,

Fill our lovers’ lazy days.

Your green eyes burn me,

Brilliant as the sun.

I love you through heavy thunder,

Draw you near in summer rain,

We soar when the sky is blue,

Love with each raindrop on our skin.

Detailed with joy,

‘Til winter skies come,

When we long,

For green eyes,

And warm rain.

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Summer rain is falling on me,

Need to stop this fading,

My toes touch the field,

Your ghost with me now.

Daisy chains and fields of gold

Don't love me like you used to.

Each cold drop on my skin

Erodes with memories.

Crumbling, I am falling.

Thunder breaks meIn two,

divided from you.

The broken skies are grey

Darkened by your leaving.

My fingers run through grass

Made wet with tears.

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Summer rain is falling.

Tormentor, it caresses

With visions of your kiss

The lightness of your touch

And golden in your hair.

Drip, drop beating pain,

Divulging secrets

Kept too long.

Heaven pours.

Dissolved I reminisce

With daisy chains,

Dream green eyes.

Wait, wait for sun, for sky

For love and weep

Summer Rain.

Georgia O'Keefe

The amazing work of Georgia O' Keefe. Her use of colour and the soft shapes she creates are truely gorgeous. A great fan of her work I aspire too such fluidity. A women in a man's world as she was, she made her her femininity her strength - each flower a reminder.

The rest of the series

These photos were taken in the early morning so the effect seen at the top here is where the sunlight has reached a gap in the trees and hit the mist so hard it gives the appearance that a great ball of light is floating amongst the trees. Its almost dreamlike

This photo has also been given interesting light effects by the mist - due to the moisture in the air the light has made circles on the film, behind the tree it almost appears to have a waterfall.

This photo shows the effects of dappling on stone.

This is the path away form my house, the heat this week makes it appear like the dusty tracks you see in old movies of the states, somehow the apple trees add to this. it reminds me of Anne of Green Gables.

Photos - Forest

Just a photo I shot of the forest at the back of my house. I am currently dabbling in photography. I have had no teaching so its a bit hit and miss but i was pleased with this series. Here's the best I'll post the others in a following post.