The Hermitage

Painter, illustrator, maker of clocks & teller of tales, who travelled in a house on wheels to the edge of Dartmoor and now sits there amongst books and paint finding beauty in otherness..

This will be a scrapbook of ideas, visuals to inspire, and snippets from my own journey.

http://intothehermitage.blogspot.com

somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond
any experience,your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near

your slightest look will easily unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully,mysteriously)her first rose

or if your wish be to close me, i and
my life will shut very beautifully ,suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;
nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility:whose texture
compels me with the color of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing

(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens;only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands

- e e cummings

3wings:

Konstantin Kalynovych

3wings:

Konstantin Kalynovych

This is my simple religion. There is no need for temples; no need for complicated philosophy. Our own brain, our own heart is our temple; the philosophy is kindness.

—Dalai Lama (via g-funk/bohemea) (via gypsyanatomy)

jenclone:

yama-bato:

Tavik František Šimon (T.F.       Šimon)
Nocturne in Stramberg
image © Tavik František Šimon [1877-1942]
Nocturne in Stramberg/ visipix.dynalias.com

jenclone:

yama-bato:

Tavik František Šimon (T.F. Šimon)

Nocturne in Stramberg

image © Tavik František Šimon [1877-1942]

Nocturne in Stramberg/ visipix.dynalias.com