The door is open,We are passing through.Watching Everything with rose coloured spectacles. Scanty Buildings. With People lost,and searching Buying selling Looking,and Shopping.This villiage is constantly changing,and never stays the same!!!
Ears Nose Mouth And Glasses
Self Portrait Of a Man on a mission. Is this a headless Chicken!!! Or Determination To find a position. A purpose in life,if its been given
On a hot day,by the red sea. You,and me!!! Pleasure rather than discomfort.To get in a boat in the open sea. How about being Free. Water,water everywhere Not a fish in sight
Sail Boats, By the Harbour
The old town looks the same. Rocks Sand and water. Two people sitting on a bench. They are everything to each other. Friends,lovers,soul mates. Cares of each other!!! Passing through life together!!!!Boats are feminine in nature,so set sail,within her bows!!!
The Maroon Sun Purplish Red
In a pair of shorts,are we the odd couple.Holding hands in a foreign land. Wherever you go you take yourself with you. This is just us somewhere else. Away from home,but the buidings look the same. The iconic windows always present!!!
sam and i
Vacant in a bar,not to far from home. Little less else,but to meet a friend! Lean mean,and hungry. Others go to the water hole, an oasis in the desert,yet plenty for everybody. Man women,and child
Crouch-End In Autumn
A sense of movement in the trees,with quick washes of co lour,and a heavy pencil.Shapes blurring into the atmoshere, paving stones,and railings!!
All I can cram in of the village
This is a view of everything you can see in this town. What you see is what you get.Does it look how it should?? buildings going up to the sky!!! people going down to the ground. Have i missed anything. Its no good leaving things to chance
Drawn whilst sitting on a rock by the beach,on Holiday
Reading a book,whilst away,from it all
Dee with Shades
Wearing green jumper and slacks
The White Cliffs
With rocky Crag's against the shore line. An Island fortified with castles,eroding into the sea. Where smugglers hide their booty. Ship wreckers, Press gangs Who force people to war,a long time ago. This poor little island that has conquered,and been conquered. This rock that has become earth. With people descending,and ascending its realms,and history.
lying on the bed,having a puff
Malta over the Bay
A view of city,from other side.
Fishing Boats Malta
By the bay
A secret Place
The gardens,and flowering trees. On a sunny day. This could be anywhere or nowhere, but it is a warm friendly,and peaceful place. To rest weary from lifes turmoil,and problems. The big city is a long way away with its clashes of personality alienation dog eat dog. Dont step on my territory mentality. Where is a place where one can find refuge kindness,and love,from a cold world.
The Man who was never allowed to grow up. His Mother kept him as a child. The little boy!!! Is he a fool,or is he clever. Make amends now,and forever. Do not grieve over the past. Let it go,but stick to the path. Do not beat yourself up. The world will do that. You have survived the years,with a lot of water under the bridge. people will come,and people will go, that is all that we know.
In,and outside the room, looking at the view opposite hotel,The evening is drawing in. Time to think of food,and replenishing the heart,and soul. How about a bit of good cheer