Look....

"The Art of Illumination"

is making you 

Look!

Oils on quality paper

20 x 16 inches

Hades Landing....

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The crux....

a matter of paint (in this instance)....

Monk's Pond

Valle of Crucis, North Wales

Oils on quality paper - 20 x 16 inches

Original image courtesy of photographer - Alf Bailey

Talacre Lighthouse (Sunset/Sunrise)

Another 'quickie'

(aka impressionist) tra la...

Stretton Watermill....(landscape)

Kind permission, to reproduce the original photograph, provided courtesy of Alf Bailey photographer.

Please follow the link to discover the photograph and more of Alf's excellent work:

Stretton Watermill - as photographed by Alf Bailey

 

Atlast - Supper.....

There's a language hidden within paintings that few can read, though there's a variety of established symbols to be recognised, there's also a subliminal content that the artist themselves may not be aware of. Being able to read that requires a more discerning eye.


I've done a considerable amount of research during the course of painting the following picture, from higher order math to the Kingdom of Kush and their Black Pharaohs.


This painting reflects my own conclusions regarding recursion, his story, translations and potential misconceptions - a detailed 'post it' note, if you can appreciate.

Supper - Atlast

(In Fluence)

A personal response to the question, "Who would you invite..?"

From left to right, seated at the table are: John Lennon, Yoko Ono, Albert Einstein, Cleopatra, Oscar Wilde, Helen of Troy, Leonardo Da Vinci, Elizabeth I, William Shakespeare, Marilyn Monroe, Michael Jackson and Princess Diana.

I've incorporated a number of paintings around the walls, each with a different one of my pseudonyms or nome de plumes - again from left to right: 

Chloe Sencounter "Four Tongue", 

Polly Math "3 Wise Men", 

Lux Veritatis "Light of Truth", 

Barbara Rowse "Bouquet", 

Clair Voyant "Crystal Vision" and 

Herr Story "I see". 

Sculptures include a Golden Egg and of course Atlas.

On the side table is a jug and bowl, the chest of drawers have an abacus and open book on top, there's also a treasure chest to the side of Atlas, a Pandora's box........

Get,get,get,getme K-nette

Shimmering lights of autumn brush stroked past her cheek
....as she sat down to her laptop...

Birdie, reporting,


From Stafford, the small <hic> town in the centre of England, suggested by One of it's more recent residents - who, when asked why she had moved there she said, - Absolutely, without any attempt  to displace responsibility or level mere accusations (as perhaps suggested by neighbours immediately juxtaposed), I think if you get to visit the town it's a beautiful area of the country, but a lot like France to me, I don't really know anyone there - yet"

"Why do you think these folks are so upset at the moment?"

One replied, "Well, to be fair, it's kept me up all night too, but as inconvenient as it is, the other birds feel it is their right and duty to pay homage to God and to ask questions on behalf of all species, who also want to know what's with the noise and is this the event in history everyone's been waiting to hear about?"

Also, what they all seem to forget is that when the Bible was written, it was in OLDE TESTAMENT, in todays speak, we say (in Court) THE LAW'D".

As written, in the Bible, that you may visit in giving witness.

The Law'd also added, "Who has supreme juristiction in the Garden of Eve? And who meets it?"

Apre de cyst

Small gathering of officials collected 'somewhere'

At the front of the circle stands a smartly dressed chair woman jotting down the problems (as re-collected)

"So <points@PI>.... far

<checks 'problem' notes>

the following let's list them in 'any' order:

1. Talks 'Nonsense', right?.... okay then there's
2. <checks pen/ - spells OUT loud whilst writing> RE - Tarded... anything else?
3. "Something", "Something" - but you forget... a 'Je ne sais quoi?'

Just then the 'trolley' lady <chimes> "Tea per hance?"

(In the middle of musing what to do for their dinner the single men noted the chairwomans face as she immediately mused - "Oh yeah, what am I doing four ours tonight?")

Ladies....

.... First of all....

I wonder if it's the fact that I've always called my bag, "the Tardis" (because of the amount of stuff it has to hold when you've got kids) that the kids have never gone into it without my permission. They've always respected privacy.

Anyway, I heard this one about a Claire Voyant (some telesympathetic eccentric / allegedly) who took her sons out one evening to see another...

(who didn't know that they were there)

In the course of the wonderfully entertaining evening and the process of '... passing, just passing' - three (almost synchronized) index fingers touched tips, their owners smiled (mysteriously) before continuing,

(<unspoken>)

<is there a Clair Voyant in the audience?>

<Twit - to Who?>

<nooo, I'm not one>

<that's not even possible>

<haha - I'm saying Nothin>

<but... grrrr......

"Are you asking?"

<what happened?>

<haha - did he make you 'look'?>

<haha>

<haha, he made mum 'look'!>

<I'll just point out that, that we're all agreed "If asked...." " that didn't happen....."?>

M...... f....... oh

One cloudy day, while the sun was trying to peek out from the clouds (that were ganging up - again),

a young boy stretched out on the dappled flags of the garden patio called to his Mum inside,

He said, "Come and look at this," and she lifted her head to look out (in the direction he was looking)

<she didn't want to move really - she was comfortable>

... but she got up anyway... and peered around the patio doors to see their 14 month old Jack Russell, "Bill" making a fuss about something in amongst the flower pots.

She listened for a moment, because (of course) she already knew one of the voices, she just hadn't heard the other's yet, so she 'narrated'......


Bill said, "I might be big (how scary are you?)

- he kept talking... approaching cautiously. Mum couldn't see who or what he was talking to and wondered if perhaps, it too had spoken.

Bill said, "She's watching now, so don't move if I get closer!"

Mum thought ......then translated.....

Bill's saying,

"I can see you! - 

Let's play, 

what can you do, 

and will you hurt me?" - 

"What do you mean I look small!? 

I can growl, 

bark 

and apart from those 

(he thought quickly about what Ben already knew about him) 

I can also bite - 

you wont like me if I bite you...........,

"....are we playing?, 

what kind of a game? - 

does it involve biting?

 - am I already losing? and if so... how?"

Just then, Ben (the grey slug) moved slightly, rippling as he looked around,

"Erm, is that 'her' watching us now ?

and how can she hear me too?, 

is that allowed?"

Bill growled, 

"were you going to 'get me' then?,

 what do I have to look out for?"

Bill felt braver, he bared his teeth in a huge grin and said,

"Yeah and she's not just a looker, she's my Mum as well" - 

"can you play fighting?, 

or will one of us get hurt if we play that 

and could that be me?"

Mum translated for Peter....

Bill said, 

"Can we play, 

but I still want to have a good look at you, 

but I'm not sure if I trust you, 

what scares you?

and you promise not to hurt me? 

She is still watching and

 (I think) 

yes, she's laughing

(at me!)"

Ben relaxed, 

then wondered if he looked okay....

Bill growled, 

"... Ah.... I don't really want to play with you anyway, 

you can't do anything that's fun" 

(you're more interested in her)

Mum burst out laughing again and wiped the tears away whilst telling Peter....

Meanwhile Bill strutted across the patio passing them on his way onto the lawn, .....

"......you're boring - 

anyway.... 

she's my Mum 

and she's loves me 

(is she still looking? 

oh... shoulders back.....)

Peter said, "Why did he say that?"

Mum said, "Oh something about me watching and how smart he is - see the way he threw back his shoulders? - "

Peter said, "What would he care about that

,