Rain.

Some things I recall, they just light up right in front of my eyes, and other things have been crumbled away and scattered, and only dust and fine rain remain in my memory.

Mikhail Bulgakov.

Fever.

If I write what I feel, it’s to reduce the fever of feeling. What I confess is unimportant because, everything is unimportant.

Fernando Pessoa

Dreams.

These people were born in dreams, they emerged from the dreams and settled in the most solid manner possible in my monk’s cell.

Mikhail Bulgakov

Sergei Parajanov. The Colour of Pomegranates, 1968.

Sergei Paradjanov. The Colur of Pomegranates, 1968.No4.

Sofiko Chiaureli thought to be the muse of Sergei Parajanov played five different roles within this film. I to was captivated by her extraordinary features and on screen presence, and decided to produce a series of portraits based on her.

Ned Kelly. 1874.

Ned Kelly, 1874.

Source material for several Portraits;atmospheric, brooding and dangerous.

Colour and shape…

Indeed, every great image has an unfathomable oneiric depth to which the personal past adds special colour.

Gaston Bachelard