Winter whips my woolen cape
A midnight spell escapes
my numb lips
Frozen Mother Earth melts, yielding
beneath my dancing feet
The fire surges, sparks with power
then pops with light and sound
My vision, my desire, is cooked into time and space
In a moment of orgiastic grace
So It is
As I will it to be…
.
Take me to the temple
My tattered soul seeks refuge
The altar candles burn brightly
The Great Mother is there
She croons to me
My will diminishes
Her golden embrace
Imbues my spirit
I am fed
Here are two works from another one of my teachers, Mr. Ya’akov Boussidan from Tsur Hadassah, Israel. He is a master of etching and a wonderful artist and human being.
to visit his website, press <here!>
Etching by Ya'akov Boussidan
Oilpainting by Ya'akov Boussidan
I would like to show you all just one painting by my first art teacher: Mrs. Marion Henke, who lives with her husband in a tiny village, called Bolulla in the mountains not too far from Alincante. Here’s wishing you all the best, Marion!
To visit her gallery, click <here!>
by Marion Henke
A Wise statement!
from STooPid Monkey
This could be Ralphie on a bad hairdo day!
At a first glance this picture almost seems like a fantasy painting by some extraordinarily gifted artist, but it is actually the real thing: Tianzi Mountain Nature Reserve, China.
from FB ~ Troublemakers
Wow!
from AniaEm
