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/ “Blue Jodhpur” is part of the India Series.... a series of abstract paintings which reflect the artist’s conception of the decorative arts of the East and West Indies…etched on plaster, then painted with inks, metallic powders, watercolour on a base of Arches Paper ..see others below …click on each painting to view the original … Some see Your form as red like the sun, with rays that are / redder still than the red of minium or red lac; / Others, as beautiful intense blue like a powder of splintered / fragments on the precious stone, sapphire; / Others again as shining like gold, or dazzling white, surpassing / the milk when the Ocean of Milk is churned. / It is a universal form, varied like crystal, since it changes / according to circumstance ....Sarvajnamitra / Overview of the City of Jodhpur Jodhpur…The Blue City…VIDEO / / / / / /
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/ “The Temple Garden” is part of the India Collection...a series of abstract paintings which reflect the artist’s conception of the decorative arts of the East and West Indies…etched on plaster, then painted with inks, metallic powders, watercolour on a base of Arches Paper ..see others below…click on each painting to view the original… Do not go to the garden of flowers! / Do not go to the garden of flowers! / O Friend ! go not there; / In your body is the garden of flowers Take your seat on the thousand petals of the lotus, / and there gaze on the Infinite Beauty. Kabir / / / /
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/ “Time to Start Anew” is part of the series “The Trees”...here we are, still in winter, but as we draw towards the end of the year it is a time to stop and access the old…time to look back to the past, and more importantly, forward to the coming year. As artists, it’s a time to reflect on the changes we want (or need) to make in our work, and resolve to follow through on those changes…. like fresh growth in spring, it’s time to start anew ...Watercolour on Arches Not Paper…click on the image below to see others in the collection… Life has it’s beginnings / Coming at intervals, / Time to start anew. / None is first or last, / Save birth and death, / Nor can we decide / Which is most significant, / Transforming, or long enduring. / It only matters that / Each beginning, like Spring, / Be given it’s due, / To nourish the earth, / for flowers, / To respect sun and rain / for fertility, / Not to trample feeble life, / our own or another’s, / Before it’s strong enough / To bend in the wind ... J. Kavanaugh /
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/ “Couleurs Fantastiques” is part of the Tropics collection...Watercolour on Arches Hot Press 140 lb paper…. in the Tropics, hot vibrant colour surrounds you on all sides…the intensity can sometimes feel almost surreal ...see addtional samples from the collection below…click on each image to view the original page… It is unfolding around me. / Layers and layers are being revealed, / Showing fantastic colors / Brightening up my world; / And when I laugh, / Those layers shake / And rainbows shine throughout my sky. / They burst and shatter, / Creating booming fireworks, / Lighting up my Earth. / When you smile, / Those colors stretch; / They cover my atmosphere / And all I can see is beauty. / Take my hand, and follow me. / Let’s share our colors / And reveal ourselves / In all our different shades. E. Ottens / / / / /
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”And Ananias went his way and entered the house; and laying his hands on him he said, “Brother Saul, the Lord Jesus, who appeared to you on the road as you came, has sent me that you may receive your sight and be filled with the Holy Spirit.” Acts 9:17 God’s Spirit can guide and teach us through his word in such surprising ways. When God sends a message to us through scripture it is never by accident. In Isaiah 55:11, God says that wherever He sends His word it never returns empty, but always achieves the special purpose for which it was sent. Prayerfully consider the verse that inspired this painting and know that the Mighty God of all the heavens has reached out to touch you this moment. VerseVisions is a contemporary art ministry whose purpose is to share the love and message of God to all people through art and scriptural words of encouragement. Receive Your Sight. Acts 9:17, VerseVisions Art. Mixed media on canvas, 60×60 inches. Copyright © 2008 by Mark Lawrence. All Rights Reserved. Original and inspiring large format fine art prints and canvases by contemporary Christian artist Mark Lawrence. Versevisions.com Is Jesus Christ the answer to your questions? He promises if you diligently Seek Him that He will be found. / .
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/ “Bouquet de Vie” is part of the Tropics Collection... a semi-abstract Still Life watercolour on Saunders Waterford Rough 140lb Paper…see more of the collection below..click on each image to view the enlarged version… Known as the “tree of life,” the coconut palm is an important agricultural crops of the Tropics. It yields timber; food; fermented and unfermented drink; alcohol; vinegar; thatching material; splints; strips and fiber for making baskets, mates, rope, hats, brushes, brooms, and other articles; fuel; caulking material; utensils for household use, such as cups, bowls, spoons, and the like; oil for food, cooking, illumination, for making soap, substitutes for butter and lard, ointments; and oil for cake for feeding domestic animals and for fertilizer. / / / / / / /
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/ “Jonagold 3 is part of the Portfolio Collection, which has three websites devoted to it alone...acrylic on canvas… the following is an excerpt from my Blog “The Journey”, which describes the process of creating this collection…a few samples are shown below…click on each to see the original page… Nothing contributes so much to tranquilize the mind, as a steady purpose….a point on which the soul may fix it’s intellectual eye”.....Mary Shelley. Since the first of this series “Still Life with Mandarins”, emerged, I have been deliberately making the symbolic backgrounds of seasons, land, sea, sky, man, his work, etc. etc. more and more stylized….the subject matter however, I want to keep very real. I like the fruit to look ripe and juicy, as if you could pull it right off the canvas ...... In this way I can escape falling into the trap of the painter as moralist. I still want the work to be decorative….the kind of thing I would want to, and indeed have, hanging in my own home. ....what’s more I would like to involve the viewer in a dialogue with the work ..... No two paintings are alike and I will make sure that they never will be. One thing they do have in common, is the very dark ebb and flow, that swirls around the subject area of the painting…..and again this will be different with each painting .... Laurie Lee’s lyrical words, speak to all of my work during these last few months. Behold the apples’ rounded worlds: juice-green of July rain, the black polestar of flowers, the rind mapped with its crimson stain. / The russet, crab and cottage, red burn to the sun’s hot brass, then drop like sweat from every branch and bubble in the grass. / They lie as wanton as they fall, and where they fall and break, the waltzing wasp consumes his share, the bent worm enters in. / / / / /
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/ “Marbre et Les Citrons” are part of the Faux and Citrus Collections...mixed media including liquid gold, on gessoed Arches hot pressed paper…influenced by the work of William De Morgan…see other examples from the collection below…click on each image to view the enlarged version… De fleurs / libéré / par la lumière de la lune, / d’un / arôme de exaspéré / aimer, / baigne dans le parfum, / jaune / dérivé de l’arbre de citron, / et de ses Plantarium / citrons, est descendu à la terre. Neruda… / / / / / / / / /
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/ “Fragments” is part of the India collection... hand painted with watercolours, inks, dyes and gold leaf on a fragment of fabric, to symbolize not only the decorative patterns of India, but as the poem reads, the “fragments of reality” that weave through the “fabrics of the mind” ..see others from the collection below…click on each image to view the enlarged version… There was a time when I loved / The fantastic fabrics of the mind. / There was a time / When I lived my life / Based on culled fictions. / There was a time / When I was satisfied / With a fragment of reality, / Splintered, broken and smashed. / But now a lucid illumination / Steals into my heart. / The eternal Presence / Of Infinity’s Light / Feeds my Vision’s Dawn..Sri Chinmoy / / / /
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/ “Nowhere” is part of the Abstract, Landscape and Seascape collection called “The Journey”... Watercolour on MDF….illusory and impermanent…nowhere....see the newest addition to the collection below…click on the image to view the enlarged version.. 812 Views Thou greatest Keeper of Secrets, / Most elusive, consummate Illusionist, / Riddlester non-pareil, Mazemaster, / Supreme Criptician - / From whom do You hide, / everywhere and nowhere? / For whom do You wait? / Who else? / Only the ocean can know the ocean .... Prachar /
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/ “The Way Home” is part of the Landscape, Abstract and Winter Collections... Watercolour on MDF….see another in the series below..click on the image to see the enlarged version… 541 Views Winter whispered softly as we turned our way homewards… / Why is it so dark you asked, scarcely daring to breathe… / I didn’t answer, but clasped you closer to my heart, / As snowflakes hung suspended in the deep blue night ... J. Zroback /
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/ “On the Way to Somewhere is part of a new collection of semi abstract watercolours on a single cut of MDF... it’s a journey that may be illusory, only in the mind of the artist, it may be real, or just a journey through life…as one painting appears, the previous one becomes submerged…in life we can never really go back to yesterday ...see the others in the collection below…click on each to view the enlarged image.. We were not certain, but we were on the way to somewhere.. / The mountains in the distance seem to hold everything in shadow.. / Where we were, was a field of poppies, but there was snow in the hedgerows.. / Beyond were fields and yet more fields, then what appeared to be a ridge of smaller hills hidden by a block of dense trees… / Behind us the lands fell away to nothingness ..J. Zroback / / Winter whispered softly as we turned our way homewards… / Why is it so dark you asked, scarcely daring to breathe… / I didn’t answer, but clasped you closer to my heart, / As snowflakes hung suspended in the deep blue night ... J. Zroback / / Thou greatest Keeper of Secrets, / Most elusive, consummate Illusionist, / Riddlester non-pareil, Mazemaster, / Supreme Criptician - / From whom do You hide, / everywhere and nowhere? / For whom do You wait? / Who else? / Only the ocean can know the ocean.
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/ “Who Is Here” is part of the semi-abstract Collection now named The Journey...Watercolour on MDF…see the beginning of The Journey below…click on each image to see the enlarged version.. Wind and weather brought us to this place.. / The distant sound of voices whisper across the water.. / Night and Silence…who is here? / Solitude and Silence are our only companions… / How curious the light that shines on the water!! / Night and Silence..who is here? / Echo answers nothing. ..J.Zroback / / We were not certain, but we were on the way to somewhere.. / The mountains in the distance seem to hold everything in shadow.. / Where we were, was a field of poppies, but there was snow in the hedgerows.. / Beyond were fields and yet more fields, then what appeared to be a ridge of smaller hills hidden by a block of dense trees… / Behind us the lands fell away to nothingness ..J. Zroback / Winter whispered softly as we turned our way homewards… / Why is it so dark you asked, scarcely daring to breathe… / I didn’t answer, but clasped you closer to my heart, / As snowflakes hung suspended in the deep blue night ... J. Zroback / / Thou greatest Keeper of Secrets, / Most elusive, consummate Illusionist, / Riddlester non-pareil, Mazemaster, / Supreme Criptician - / From whom do You hide, / everywhere and nowhere? / For whom do You wait? / Who else? / Only the ocean can know the ocean.
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/ “Is This Elysium”, the fifth stage, is part of the semi-abstract Landscape Collection now named The Journey...Watercolour on MDF…see the beginning of The Journey below…click on each image to see the enlarged version.. Is This Elysium? / The place the gods have set aside for man to rest? / All day long the sun and moon shone together in the sky… / Here are fields as high as the house, songs play from the windows… / Gold and green and princely red mix with the daises and the corn.. / Is This Elysium? J.Zroback / / Wind and weather brought us to this place.. / The distant sound of voices whisper across the water.. / Night and Silence…who is here? / Solitude and Silence are our only companions… / How curious the light that shines on the water!! / Night and Silence..who is here? / Echo answers nothing. ..J.Zroback / / We were not certain, but we were on the way to somewhere.. / The mountains in the distance seem to hold everything in shadow.. / Where we were, was a field of poppies, but there was snow in the hedgerows.. / Beyond were fields and yet more fields, then what appeared to be a ridge of smaller hills hidden by a block of dense trees… / Behind us the lands fell away to nothingness ..J. Zroback / / Winter whispered softly as we turned our way homewards… / Why is it so dark you asked, scarcely daring to breathe… / I didn’t answer, but clasped you closer to my heart, / As snowflakes hung suspended in the deep blue night ... J. Zroback / / Thou greatest Keeper of Secrets, / Most elusive, consummate Illusionist, / Riddlester non-pareil, Mazemaster, / Supreme Criptician - / From whom do You hide, / everywhere and nowhere? / For whom do You wait? / Who else? / Only the ocean can know the ocean.
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/ “I am the Memory of a Moment of Happiness” is the start of a new series....this one is for Valentine’s Day….Watercolour and Mixed Media on Canvas…Based on another photo by Maria Medeiros called Aroma Musica ...Maria very generously offered her photos to me… / I did not not want to do a literal translation of Maria’s lovely photo, so I took this to a different level by freezing the music and the rosebud, in ice (painted to look so), and in time…the memory of a moment held fast in our hearts, a memory of joy or of sorrow, the lover’s gift, the wedding wreath Mixed Media on Arches Paper..featured in Out of the Blue, Impressionist Art, The Fringe and Image Writing… 1204 Views FEATURED MANY TIMES INCLUDING THE FOLLOWING GROUPS… / IMAGE WRITING. / FEATURED FEATURES. / CHALLENGE WINNER IN IMAGE WRITING AND INSPIRED ART Kahlil Gibran said of the flower… I am the daughter of the elements / With whom Winter conceived; / To whom Spring gave birth; I was / Reared in the lap of Summer and I / Slept in the bed of Autumn. But I look up high to see only the light, / And never look down to see my shadow. / This is wisdom which man must learn. K.G. /
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/ The Eye of My Eye is based on another photo by Maria Medeiros called Solemn Thoughts / I decided to reduce the image to a combination of the very essence of her Solemn Thoughts and my The Eye of My Eye, merely touching on the idea of the lilies rather than doing a strict representation of the flower…I also emphasized and enlarged the background, to make the lily float and be more atmospheric…..it’s more about the feelings engendered by the story and the image together .... perfect for Valentine’s Day .... Watercolour on Waterford paper…. By whose touch does the lily smile / And open its beauty – bud? / Whose moonlit beauty / Do I see in the lily? / Who is the Eye of my eye; / Who is the Heart of my heart? / Alas, then why do I not see Him, / His face of transcendental Beauty, / Even in my dreams? Sri Chinmoy
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/ “Jonagold 4 is part of the Portfolio Collection, which has three websites devoted to it alone…acrylic on canvas… after I had finished this one I thought of games, chess games and games of chance_ ….. This poem, which is very long, was written in 1763 and the name is pronounced ky-eé-sah. He rose, and on the cedar table plac’d / A polish’d board, with differing colours grac’d; / Squares eight times eight in equal order lie; / These bright as snow, those dark with sable dye. Caissa… The following is an excerpt from my Blog “The Journey”, which describes the process of creating this collection* ...a few samples are shown below…click on each to see the original page… Since the first of this series “Still Life with Mandarins”, emerged, I have been deliberately making the symbolic backgrounds of seasons, land, sea, sky, man, his work, etc. more and more stylized. The subject matter however, I want to keep very real. I like the fruit to look ripe and juicy, as if you could pull it right off the canvas ...... In this way I can escape falling into the trap of the painter as moralist. I still want the work to be decorative..the kind of thing I would want to, and indeed have, hanging in my own home. What’s more I would like to involve the viewer in a dialogue with the work ..... No two paintings are alike and I will make sure that they never will be. One thing they do have in common, is the very dark ebb and flow, that swirls around the subject area of the painting…..and again this will be different with each painting .... / / / / / /
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“Mysterious Kor” came out of nowhere today…I started out planning to do a winter painting, then as this scene emerged, out of the blue the title came into my head…the strange thing is that I had never heard of or read the poem before in my life…when the name popped into my head I looked it up and found it was about a city where no one lived, and is an allegory about London during the blitz…when I read the first two lines, I saw that they echo the subject of the painting... Watercolour on Arches Hot Pressed Paper…Featured in Forests and Landscape Painting The In Between, Feature Fraternity,and in many other Groups… 1663Views Not in the waste beyond the swamps and sand, / The fever-haunted forest and lagoon, / Mysterious Kor thy walls forsaken stand, / Thy lonely towers beneath the lonely moon, / Not there doth Ayesha linger, rune by rune / Spelling strange scriptures of a people banned. / The world is disenchanted; over soon / Shall Europe send her spies through all the land. Nay, not in Kor, but in whatever spot, / In town or field, or by the insatiate sea, / Men brood on buried loves, and unforgot, / Or break themselves on some divine decree, / Or would o’erleap the limits of their lot, / There, in the tombs and deathless, dwelleth SHE! Andrew Lang
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/ Like the experience of Mysterious Kor, but not so eerie, when this work was finished, I said to myself, this is on the way to Lowood…Jane poor girl, passed here…it’s one of my favourite books and I know it almost by heart, having read it repeatedly since early childhood. Watercolour with Ink on Arches Rough… “I had only been a spectator of the proceedings at Lowood; I was now to become an actor therein”... Jane Eyre..
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/ “The Valley of Mists” the sixth stage, is part of the semi-abstract Collection now named The Journey...Watercolour on Arches Rough…see the other stages of The Journey below…click on each image to see the enlarged version.. We reached the Valley of MIsts the next day…it was just as described…snow was still settled in the gullies and our shoes made no sound as we trudged over the rocky terrain…we stood for a while in silence….the quiet seemed to echo around us…no bird sang…our destination was still some ways off ...The Journey..Janis Zroback These hills, to hurt me more, / That am hurt already enough. / Having left the sea behind, / Having turned suddenly and left the shore / That I had loved beyond all words. excerpt E. St Vincent Millay Is This Elysium? / The place the gods have set aside for man to rest? / All day long the sun and moon shone together in the sky… / Here are fields as high as the house, songs play from the windows… / Gold and green and princely red mix with the daises and the corn.. / Is This Elysium? J.Zroback / / Wind and weather brought us to this place.. / The distant sound of voices whisper across the water.. / Night and Silence…who is here? / Solitude and Silence are our only companions… / How curious the light that shines on the water!! / Night and Silence..who is here? / Echo answers nothing. ..J.Zroback / / We were not certain, but we were on the way to somewhere.. / The mountains in the distance seem to hold everything in shadow.. / Where we were, was a field of poppies, but there was snow in the hedgerows.. / Beyond were fields and yet more fields, then what appeared to be a ridge of smaller hills hidden by a block of dense trees… / Behind us the lands fell away to nothingness ..J. Zroback / / Winter whispered softly as we turned our way homewards… / Why is it so dark you asked, scarcely daring to breathe… / I didn’t answer, but clasped you closer to my heart, / As snowflakes hung suspended in the deep blue night ... J. Zroback / / Thou greatest Keeper of Secrets, / Most elusive, consummate Illusionist, / Riddlester non-pareil, Mazemaster, / Supreme Criptician - / From whom do You hide, / everywhere and nowhere? / For whom do You wait? / Who else? / Only the ocean can know the ocean.
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/ “Out There” is the 7th stage of The Journey…How often have you felt it’s you alone against what’s out there? No way through that you can see…impenetrable barriers everywhere…you can’t see…you don’t even want to look…our travellers have reached such a place…there is light beyond where they are but they don’t know how to get there…the valley of peace seems further away than ever…have they lost their way? Semi-Abstract work in Watercolour on Sennelier Paper.. / You can view the other stages of the Journey, by clicking on each image below… There it lay, before me, as they had / said it would: a distance / I’d wish to cross excerpt C. Phillips / We reached the Valley of MIsts the next day…it was just as described…snow was still settled in the gullies and our shoes made no sound as we trudged over the rocky terrain…we stood for a while in silence….the quiet seemed to echo around us…no bird sang…our destination was still some ways off ...The Journey..Janis Zroback These hills, to hurt me more, / That am hurt already enough. / Having left the sea behind, / Having turned suddenly and left the shore / That I had loved beyond all words. excerpt E. St Vincent Millay / Is This Elysium? / The place the gods have set aside for man to rest? / All day long the sun and moon shone together in the sky… / Here are fields as high as the house, songs play from the windows… / Gold and green and princely red mix with the daises and the corn.. / Is This Elysium? J.Zroback / / Wind and weather brought us to this place.. / The distant sound of voices whisper across the water.. / Night and Silence…who is here? / Solitude and Silence are our only companions… / How curious the light that shines on the water!! / Night and Silence..who is here? / Echo answers nothing. ..J.Zroback / / We were not certain, but we were on the way to somewhere.. / The mountains in the distance seem to hold everything in shadow.. / Where we were, was a field of poppies, but there was snow in the hedgerows.. / Beyond were fields and yet more fields, then what appeared to be a ridge of smaller hills hidden by a block of dense trees… / Behind us the lands fell away to nothingness ..J. Zroback / / Winter whispered softly as we turned our way homewards… / Why is it so dark you asked, scarcely daring to breathe… / I didn’t answer, but clasped you closer to my heart, / As snowflakes hung suspended in the deep blue night ... J. Zroback / / Thou greatest Keeper of Secrets, / Most elusive, consummate Illusionist, / Riddlester non-pareil, Mazemaster, / Supreme Criptician - / From whom do You hide, / everywhere and nowhere? / For whom do You wait? / Who else? / Only the ocean can know the ocean.
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/ “Heaven Sent” is based on Maria Medeiros Little Red Berries ...Watercolour on Arches Rough…. / Maria very kindly offered her photos to me and these are my own interpretations of her lovely images. ..see my other collaborations with Maria below…click on each painting to view the enlarged version… Tonight, under the cold beauty / of the moon and Venus, something like hope begins, / as if times can turn, the world change course, / as if truth can speak, good men come to power, / and words have meaning again*. excerpt Gillian Clarke / /
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/ “Under The Orange Sun” is the 8th stage of The Journey. The Travellers have come to a silent and almost barren land, where the heat of the sun beat mercilessly down…where to shelter was the first order of the day. DURING this time, we had left the bright and transparent forest far behind us. We were mute with astonishment, overcome by a kind of feeling which was next door to apathy. We kept running in spite of ourselves. It was a perfect Right, which resembled one of those horrible sensations we sometimes meet with in our dreams. Instinctively we made our way towards the Central Sea, and I cannot now tell what wild thoughts passed through my mind, nor of what follies I might have been guilty, but for a very serious preoccupation which brought me back to practical life. Though I was aware that we were treading on a soil quite new to us, I, however, every now and then noticed certain aggregations of rock, the shape of which forcibly reminded me of those near the Port. This confirmed, moreover, the indications of the compass and our extraordinary and unlooked-for, as well as involuntary, return to the north of this great Central Sea. It was so like our starting point, that I could scarcely doubt the reality of our position..Journey to the Centre of the Earth… / / There it lay, before me, as they had / said it would: a distance / I’d wish to cross, / then try to, then leave / off wishing. Words like arc, / and trajectory. And push. The words / themselves over time / coming to matter / the way, in painting, color does: less, / finally, than the gesture / each stroke / memorializes. C Phillips / / We reached the Valley of MIsts the next day…it was just as described…snow was still settled in the gullies and our shoes made no sound as we trudged over the rocky terrain…we stood for a while in silence….the quiet seemed to echo around us…no bird sang…our destination was still some ways off ...The Journey..Janis Zroback These hills, to hurt me more, / That am hurt already enough. / Having left the sea behind, / Having turned suddenly and left the shore / That I had loved beyond all words. excerpt E. St Vincent Millay / Is This Elysium? / The place the gods have set aside for man to rest? / All day long the sun and moon shone together in the sky… / Here are fields as high as the house, songs play from the windows… / Gold and green and princely red mix with the daises and the corn.. / Is This Elysium? J.Zroback / / Wind and weather brought us to this place.. / The distant sound of voices whisper across the water.. / Night and Silence…who is here? / Solitude and Silence are our only companions… / How curious the light that shines on the water!! / Night and Silence..who is here? / Echo answers nothing. ..J.Zroback / / We were not certain, but we were on the way to somewhere.. / The mountains in the distance seem to hold everything in shadow.. / Where we were, was a field of poppies, but there was snow in the hedgerows.. / Beyond were fields and yet more fields, then what appeared to be a ridge of smaller hills hidden by a block of dense trees… / Behind us the lands fell away to nothingness ..J. Zroback / / Winter whispered softly as we turned our way homewards… / Why is it so dark you asked, scarcely daring to breathe… / I didn’t answer, but clasped you closer to my heart, / As snowflakes hung suspended in the deep blue night ... J. Zroback / / Thou greatest Keeper of Secrets, / Most elusive, consummate Illusionist, / Riddlester non-pareil, Mazemaster, / Supreme Criptician - / From whom do You hide, / everywhere and nowhere? / For whom do You wait? / Who else? / Only the ocean can know the ocean.
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