Final pages....

This brings to a close the project " Art Treasures of the National Gallery London - Chronicles of Emptiness".

          The End 

Final thoughts...

Aum...

Aummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.......

Along the rocky shores...

               The dance of life continues.

Ship wreck...

            Tossed on the waves of chaos.

Without face...

        Without your face you are lost at sea.

Sweet sisters....

     The geraniums are in bloom and there is a dog licking my hat!

                                Forsooth!

Fortunes of soldiers...

Fortunes of soldiers dwindle as fortunes of artists mingle under Venetian skies.

Langoustine...

   Her incomparable self is broad and luminous.

Post no bills...

By the rail road tracks, behind the fences, beyond the faces, in the big city; post no bills.

Her hands...

                  Holding on the threshold.

Under the umbrella...

              We scrutinize the falling rain.

The shores of art...

       Rowing towards the shores of art looking for salvation.

Two by two...

Brushing the hair of beauty.

Face to Face...

 

In the public crowd the people are not there,

but we came together,

face to face.

Apples in the manner of Persimmons...

            A meditation on stillness in homage and deference to Muqi Fachang.

Policing...

Young men watched by young men watched by old men; what can you control on your way to the stars?

Gallery recognition...

             When you finally see your face.

Life's introduction....

Where brothers and mothers inform one of the

relentless circle of time.

As I lay sleeping...

               all the world became a dream to me.

  

The dance is over...

        No more playing in the fields of love.

En passage...

Bucolic days...

      Quiet days of horse and water underneath the mystic bridge.

By the interval...

  A couple tries to relate by the chequered floor?
  

Al Fresco...

                                       Have a banana please.