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Pink Pageant. Poartry

We dared to dance in my backyard A childhood tumbled and hard we rhythmed till the clock had struck we really did not give a fuck but we did. Come and take me to the…

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Tiptoe Top

This week I walk amongst dry grasses, along the river bed. There is a new light coming. Blossom is emerging and there I see them. The mountains never fail you. They speak with soft tones.…

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From Rags to Pictures.

Occasionally I drag up some inspiration and it leads to some creativity. last night I could not stop experimenting and produced three pictures. Recently my foggy brain has been struggling to put everything in perspective,…

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Behind the mask.

She is seductive, alluring, and she should never be denied self-belief and pride in her own beauty. Beauty belongs to everyone and yet to no one. Love is plenty and can be admired. Love creates…

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Art – The Tempest.

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…

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Art – The Meditaton

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…

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Art Midsummer Nights Dream.

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…

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Art- Hilltown

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…