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 …
. 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!>
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!>
A Wise statement!
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.