slivers of light cut through me with their dulled blades of beauty, reflecting upon thousands of surfaces that try to bounce them back. each ray forms a prism invisible to my eye, but caught by the lens like a ghostly transfiguration. i step slowly into it and allow each one to slice apart my very being, infesting my soul with a blinding light that casually envelops me. easing me into the warm glowing ooze of tomorrows tinged with yesterdays until everything becomes transparent and i am faced with today. and as i open my eyes all i see is the blurred past of my reality and the quick flashes of promise. hope. destiny. i am one with the light, sinking into the sun and longing for the moon, until i finally exhale and allow myself that one thing that has alluded me for so long. peace.
Photograph by Walt Cessna FL 13
“Portrait of Scott” - Jim Ferringer
“Handcoloured portrait print of St Patrick of Ireland on horseback. Printed as part of Skelt’s ‘horses’ series the portrait has been cut out and stuck on cardboard with some handcoloured background scenery. The portrait is embellished with metal foil tinsel ornaments notably on the armour, weapons, horse livery and dress accessories. The horse and parts of St Patrick’s clothing are covered with silk cloth. Such sheets of mythological and allegorical characters would have been sold plain for colouring and tinselling at home.”