A new experience of being, a renewed rootedness in the universe, a newly grasped sense of higher responsibility, a newfound inner relationship to other people and to the human community- VH

Rooftop, old brick chimney, a seagull atop watching the world awaken.

a peaceful morning

Photograph gelatine silver print Marcel Duchamp, space writing, 1937 -lines of light inked in a glass frame- in front of his face and upper torso which faces the camera

MAN RAY

Marcel Duchamp, space writing, 1937

Hyperrealism can create an atmosphere of surrealism because nobody sees the world in such detail.

Salman Rushdie

double tower architecture and clouds

of late, all is surreal

gelatin silver print France’s first Ferris wheel

MAN RAY
La grande roue, 1921

Nights through dreams tell the myths forgotten by the day.

C.G. Jung

Sylvia Plath Selected Poems (faber and faber)

mood: Sylvia, a glass of wine

winter trees, a high stone wall in twilight

the blue between day and night

Photograph of an architectural nature radial spikes around a seed pod

Excellence does not require perfection.

Henry James

Nigella damascena, Karl Blossfeldt (1932)

Isn't it the moment of most profound doubt that gives birth to new certainties? Perhaps hopelessness is the very soil that nourishes human hope; perhaps one could never find sense in life without first experiencing absurdity.

Václav Havel

The salvation of this human world lies nowhere else than in the human heart, in the human power to reflect, in human meekness and human responsibility.

Václav Havel

An era can be said to end when its basic illusions are exhausted.

Arthur Miller

watercolour collage on paper (surrealism) a fish flies, a large beetle confronts a man in a top hat who stands, his hands clasped behind, a surreal eye -like octopus- gazes at you from atop a block of dark wood Conroy was an English surrealist painter, collagist, writer through mediums of paintings, collages, photographs, objects and texts.

The Waft of it All

Conroy Maddox, Untitled (1969)

we have lost our way

bird antiquity (19c porcelain) In a nest, side-eye gaze

they all know

white cloud sky many seagulls swarm, one foreground gull looming

word is out

two swans by tree and bank of grasses, akin

communion

Photograph, b and w on bared branches and morning clouds, a bird trills in the wee hours

coffee, with bird

Anne Carson, Decreation

rendering of green black wave

Truth is in our dreams, in the imagination.

Eugène lonesco

a lion and giraffes on a sill,window treetop level old painted lead animals

wild things

Oops

Tennyson, In Memorium

Not Turner

Painting of sea, sky, clouds, distant cliff- muted white, blue, green

And Time, a maniac scattering dust,
And Life, a fury slinging flame.

Tennyson

J. M. W. Turner, In Memorium

Photograph of clouds and winter tree line in muted blue, cream, brown, with striations.

What is divinity if it can come
Only in silent shadows and in dreams?

Wallace Stevens, Sunday Morning

good night to you

good night

b & w photograph branches of two trees, clouds fading in background

bared sanctorium

s i g h

Assemblage (2016) In framed glass box on found iron stand Open standing scrapbook (1875) with added torn contemporary page of shell-shocked woman standing in a dark grim city. The contemporary page is pasted over an original scrapbook page- of a large colourful strawberry, a pencil cow drawing and a fragment of rhyme: The cow is in the lot. She may eat the hay.

It is difficult to write a paradiso when all the superficial indications are that you ought to write an apocalypse.

Ezra Pound