True Feelings

Ever had that thought you were meant for me? I was meant for you?

I did, I saw the clues but I paid no attention, why? Is the sky blue? “This could have been us”

but everything went to dust, but I won’t fuss, I felt it was only lust, but something real

we live in a world run on fakes and shadow dwellers but that’s another story a another time

now we dream, you were my story, you were my adventure, my Journey, my direction

but not my destination

when I am ‘cold’ you are my heat

when I am hot you are my winter

when I am down you were my ladder

when I hid in the shadows, you brought me to the open

now I am here hoping you will hear these words unspoken

without regrets, without neglect. I admit 

“I miss you”

Deluge and delusion

Standing Ovation, Seated

The idea of a deluge has always fascinated people. Leonadro da Vinci wanted to paint it, and even wrote a story of the planned painting. A currently running exhibition of British history paintings at Tate Britain dedicates a whole room to the deluge theme. Why?

Water is a source of life. Normally. During a flood, its level rises. At first, it can even be entertaining. Then, it becomes disturbing. And lastly, it grows into something deadly.

I will share a few photos from today’s flood in Sochi, the winter Olympics city, and then a gallery of my favourite flood paintings. With artists primarily interested in the deadly part of a deluge story (the last survivors about to be killed by the next wave), a modern deluge seems to lack adequate artistic response.

So, the modern flood in Sochi:

And now, artistic response. 

The best known traditional deluge is perhaps the one by Michelangelo…

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