Secret Places Of The Heart - not by H G Wells

So nearly on another story, as I prepare myself to paint once more, a most painful and wonderful surrealism inspired by a secret dream, I have decided to pause and go back to 2 years after I produced the previous works on ceramic. Instead of explaining things directly, I took this approach, as the conclusion approaches, bear with us.


So what happened since then you wonder?

Well my friend its quite simple: then you saw me, now you don't.
Wondering and wandering in the same instance.

There is no reason for this, nothing personal or particular, its one of those things you will understand if you just calm down and reflect.

You have to close your eyes tough, you see, its larger than the life you can perceive, and exponentially to that, it really is large as life itself, you have to close your eyes to really see it. This is not an exercise.

I am still there where you can really see clearly, in that secret space, you cannot ask questions, just listen to the answers if you speak you will be entertained by the sound of your question and fail to listen to the answer that is whispered as you speak, understand that there are not two sides to that coin, no question about that.

Is it free and wishes to abide there...


Or simply does not have a choice...



If you must know its about a meteorite,
a falling star I caught still hot, white and blue
with a delicate crystal and very light burn marks
in the white clay rock, the blue is metallic...



To S.