Sleep Will Come

You watch the night sweeping westwards
For those lost
Beyond the horizon,
Hoping sleep will come,

You rise and shine into a spotless suit
That no longer suits you,
A business face that almost sees you
Through the business,

You wrestle through migraine
Mornings
You dream past clock-watched
Afternoons,
And the first evening star heralds
Hope of some familiar breeze, beckoning
Peaceful wonder,

You watch the night sweeping westwards
For those lost
Beyond the horizon,
Hoping sleep will come.

Soul Man

Soul Man

Soul Man started four years ago, as an unfinished horizon, since then the painting has gained spirit in time and energy. Its inspiration (and aspiration) was from the outset to connect with other painters / dreamers who dream, or are attempting to realise their dreams, in paintings. Are we not all dreamers and painters?

In reflection, a painting is like a mirror, revealing both the sacred and the profane, the spiritual and the materialistic, within ourselves. Maybe it restores us? I ask myself what good is a painting if it doesn’t return us to a quiet and authentic place in the world, that allows us to breath, away from trivialities that suffocate our being.

So I’ve decide to take stock, to take a “breather”, sensing within that everything must end. Nothing goes on for ever. And yet, nothing is forever lost. A paradox of life and death perhaps. More important is a sense of gratitude. I thank you dearly, for supporting me in this vision and for those who offered guidance and intuition from the beginning. Thank you.

Gassho!