Francis and the Baptist

 The Baptist remains sceptical as Francis renounces his earthly father.

Archangels

When contemplating angels by the shore... 

    It is possible to get lost in dreams... 

The Prophet Isaiah

The madmen cry from the mountains and the righteous women speak from the grave, spinning in the vortex is the doggies dilemma.

The Mantle of Painting

Beyond the garden with its 100 poets and giant bees there is a mantle of painting behind which there lurks another world of playful freedom, vistas for discovery and oceans to get lost in.

Umbrian Painters

Cutting through the dross like the blind samurai!

Antoni Romaszewski

Under the moon the Buddha contemplates nothingness while a man and a squirrel wonder where their friend has gone and why so soon.

Budapest

In the twentieth Century, from Buda we look to Pest and ponder the beauty of the architecture.

The Making of the Collection

With brush in hand he over writes himself into the collection of his making.

Kafka Café

Sitting in the Kafka Café he ponders Canadian Art while the Pragian muse sighs with indifference.
Better to sit by the lake listening to the lap of water on the shore.

Thirty Years

Waiting in museums can be as tiring as searching for Constantinople's toes, sometimes its best to just sit back for thirty years and enjoy the sun.

Page 12 & 13 of The Art Treasures of The National Gallery London - Chronicles of Emptiness

Hovering over the grand hall we encounter "Agony in the Garden"  as the old lady pleads from her window and the old man sits quietly staring at the moon.

Trafalgar Square

   If you stand today in Trafalgar Square you can see the façade of    the National Gallery, one of the few museums left in the world  which invites you in for free, everyone and anyone. And when  inside its vast hallways and galleries you peruse the varied art  pondering your place in the universe. 

Continuing Contents....

Steeves' Spanish Lady looks out from her framed boudoir into the studio where the brushes stand to attention awaiting the inspiration of the muse. Bathed in a golden light she peers out through a tunnel of darkness to the collector on the street resplendent but immobile in his wheel chair. The brilliant sun warms him on a cool spring day when gloves are worn and decisions are made.

Main title page and contents of Art treasures of the National Gallery London - Chronicles of Emptiness

Here we are entering into the Primary title page where man and woman dance with death and usher in the book of life through pictures! Below the scribe enters the contents of this book's life while the fire burns.

The beginning images of National Gallery of London - Chronicles of Emptiness

 This is an image of the body of the book National Gallery of London - Chronicles of Emptiness.

This is the frontispiece.

This is the title page.

This blog is about this book, "The Chronicles of Emptiness". This is my latest over painting book work. I have over painted all the pages of the " Art Treasures of the National Gallery London" and will post a double spread each day.
This book is a sketch book, a journal, a memoir and a conversation with history.