Acrylic on wood, ready to hang.
Signed on the front.
A whimsical drift through a landscape of delicious things…. tongues, lizards, the cup of dews, the nectar of the sun held in a crystal, the flames of the living and the darkness beyond all things. The inner world rises up, assumes the forms of the elements with scarcely a trace of self-identification. The symbols are the artists but link in weird ways – floating fragments scarcely weighted by outer reality. Tumbled remnants remade as delights. Mysterious delights.