By the interval...

  A couple tries to relate by the chequered floor?
  

Al Fresco...

                                       Have a banana please. 

Sans Issue...

By the virginal she dreams of castles and streams.

Playing the Theorbo to a new tune...

Tired of looking at the same old face as artistic genes take root,

and the land exerts itself ?

The tour starts here...

          Pass your hands through the clouds and touch the source.

                   But don't get squirrelly.

           It's just a little medicine for the brain.

Portrait of the artist as an infant...

                                 
                   It all had to start somewhere.

Careful the water is deep...

      Wading into the flood zone of the future.

Scary accusations...

        Who doesn't need a little forgiveness?

My Mother came to lunch...

Frans Hals painted the great French philosopher Descartes but he also met my Mother.

Double Dutch

         Going Dutch at the turn of a page.

Invitation to the dance...

            What lurks beneath the skin?

Pondering Egyptian motifs

                A peasant boy is curious.         
    

                

Rockerby Venus

Front to back her calm and smiling face extols the beautiful arch of nature.

Banking privileges revoked...

                          Notes to consider.

Hands expressly extended...

             Eating snow to keep his might!

The collector

        The collector manipulates the market.

Buddha Boy

Buddha Boy contemplates the universe at the Chateau de Steen in the here and now.

The Judgement of Paris

         Relaxing away from the judging gaze...

Feathers and Flowers

   Flowers for feathers and feathers for flowers...

Betty Boop

  Window shopping for religion with Betty Boop.

The Burning House...

       In the burning house all is ephemeral!

Flemish Painters

      Out of shop windows the fashion police reach for you!

War is all around us...

The cats and dogs of war yowl and bark even in the land of tourists!

Turning back...

           The push, the pull, the reconciliation.

Semaphore the language of signs and signals...

This section of "Chronicles of Emptiness" is called Semaphore. The muse mimics the signals of semaphore sending out messages in relation to her historical past and the pictographs accompanying her. She reaches backwards and forwards to the artists of the world who are sending out signals, obscure and remote about their life experience. She muses on Gods and men trying to understand one another using sticks and flags to send messages across universal mountain tops in the hopes of  some response.  

Coffee with the Master...

     At the Master's feet Salon Claque listened with avid interest.