The Great Offender...

She's got everything she needs, she's an artist

She don't look back

She's got everything she needs, she's an artist

She don't look back

She can take the dark out of the nighttime

And paint the daytime black

You will start out standing

Proud to steal her anything she sees

You will start out standing

Proud to steal her anything she sees

But you'll wind up peeking through her keyhole

Down upon your knees

She never stumbles, she's got no place to fall

She never stumbles, she's got no place to fall

She's nobody's child, the Law can't touch her at all

She wears an Egyptian ring that sparkles before she speaks

She wears an Egyptian ring that sparkles before she speaks

She's a hypnotist collector, you are a walking antique.

Bow down to her on Sunday

Salute her when her birthday comes

Bow down to her on Sunday

Salute her when her birthday comes

For Halloween give her a trumpet

And for Christmas, buy her a drum // Bob Dylan

Portrait of the iconic Caroline Coon, the great offender, English artist, journalist and political activist

Reality is a story..

"Reality is a story. Is is no ordinary story. It is a love story. It is no ordinary love story, it is an outrageous love story. And your story is a chapter in the outrageous love story of reality" Dr Marc Gafni.

I would love to hear from you if you are curious to have a line from your chapter in the love story of reality captured on camera ♡

Portrait of Julia Peyton Jones, art curator.

Tulips

“The tulips are too red in the first place, they hurt me.
Even through the gift paper I could hear them breathe
Lightly, through their white swaddlings, like an awful baby.
Their redness talks to my wound, it corresponds.
They are subtle : they seem to float, though they weigh me down,
Upsetting me with their sudden tongues and their color,
A dozen red lead sinkers round my neck.” Sylvia Plath

Life: restlessness and space

“There is no insurmountable solitude. All paths lead to the same goal: to convey to others what we are. And we must pass through solitude and difficulty, isolation and silence in order to reach forth to the enchanted place where we can dance our clumsy dance and sing our sorrowful song — but in this dance or in this song there are fulfilled the most ancient rites of our conscience in the awareness of being human and of believing in a common destiny.“ // Pablo Neruda

False face

We have lived our lives behind a mask. Sooner or later — if we are lucky — the mask will be smashed // Marion Woodman

Pageant of summer...

“It is eternity now. I am in the midst of it. It is about me in the sunshine; I am in it as the butterfly in the light-laden air. Nothing has to come; it is now. Now is eternity; now is the immortal life.” // Richard Jefferies