Campello collection “Our revels now are ended. These our actors,As I foretold you, were all spirits andAre melted into air, into thin air:And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,The cloud-capp’d towers, the gorgeous palaces,The…
Our answer to the door of peace, comes where we keep our dreams and sleep. Rest assured my words will shout, my tired arms. reaching out. First one then two and more words flow, upon…
Campello Collection. “Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind,And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.”― William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream Art – Midsummer Nights Dream. 120×80 cm. Acrylic on canvas. 200Euros SOLD. The…
Campello collection. The many soft and silent footsteps walked up Church Street on to North Hill. They walked below me in slow motion, where from the top of my garden I could look down on…
A man with written verse, in olden times took pen, and for the people would converse, to spread the word of men. At the end of all he wrote, he made a little rhyme, for…
Corners are the places I relish, enticed and drawn towards them in obscure settings, often by a sense of intrigue, where you stumble on the least expected. uncover lost secrets, past history, forgotten stories and…
It is lovely to find a small space to be creative, so I thought I would just share some of the fun moments I have had whilst painting.…
Amigos collect in groups and greet with shyness, Hugs and cheek kisses have gone way by us, Wanderlusting put on hold, To take the step would be too bold. Across a network comments creep and…
Simply put, it means so much, Say it slowly, with a whisper, gentle gratitude, soft on a cloud swimming gracefully by. Given not taken, expecting nothing on your breath. There has been a reason I…
I took myself back to the dream of life, stretched far, its fingers waving in the wind, loose and without direction. I have miles to tread. Un-perturbed this journey beckons. I took myself back to…