Monday, June 23, 2014

HORNIMANS MUSEUM BLOOD BEAST OF TERROR.


PENCIL DRAWING 1993
MERMAN. BABY MONKEY INSIDE A FISH AS SOLD TO FISHERMEN.
EXHIBITED IN HORNIMANS MUSEUM







Saturday, June 21, 2014

MIDSUMMER DAY CHANT.

CHANT.

MIDSUMMER MORNING,  MIDSUMMER DAY
ANGELS AND FAIRIES COME OUT TO PLAY,
LOVINGLY AID US THROUGH OUT I PRAY.
INTENTION BEING EVERYTHING SO THEY SAY
LET YOURS BE GOOD IN EVERY WAY
MAKING THE MOST OF LIFE TODAY.
SO MOTE IT BE.


LEND A HAND 


Thursday, May 8, 2014

BLESSED IS THE ONE WHO LOVES WITHOUT DESIRE. BROKEN GOLD CHAINS.

READER'S PLEASE TAKE NOTE MY SPELL-CHECKER IS NOT WORKING.

THURSDAY 8 MAY 2014

11:10.    Woke at 6:43 this morning to a grey sky nothing has changed the sky is still grey and rain is in the air.  Edward has driven off to his ceramic class and I am alone in bed.  To keep my arms warm  I am wearing a long sleve black thurmal top and drinking cold coffee from my mug a large flowery bone china affair.  The house feels still and silent but for one  creak on the wooden tread of our stairs.  The road  below my bedroom window is  full of passing vehicles.  
Dreamt that I was wearing an assortment of gold necklaces and decorative chains which suddenly all broke  sliding down my body from around my neck to land on  the ground in frunt of my eyes.
  I was quite shocked as I had no idea that I was wearing any thing  at all around my neck  let alone a bunch of necklaces and gold chains.  
My conclusion is that it is a spiritual realease of invisable chains of love that have been choaking me.  Blocking my progress in life.  Preventing me from speaking out the truth as I see.  I am only guessing as I don't  really know.
In my dream I gazed in surprize at the golden chains at my feet  as they appeared to  all be conbined  into a golden mix forming a collar or thrall like prisioners of old wore.
I was a prisoner of love it is hard for me to understand but it was  a deceptive love.  Not freeing as love is suposed to be but controling.
The love the I was brought up with from my birth was a love that terrified me I lived in fear of my  mother.  I spent the whole of my childhood and consequent life in fear of her in performing actions out of that fear to apease her. 
So somewhere in my emotional development love has become distorted and associated with fear and control not freedom of expression in actions bringing joy to all partys.
I have confused myself more by attempting to analize my dream  described  above.  
Anyway I did not pick up the broken gold chains lyeing at my feet I just paused looking down at them in amazment wich is a good thing. 
 Thanks to the  prayers of my dear sister Anne I believe something has been broken in the spirit  that has held me imprisioned and I am free.
Thank you Jesus for the great work you performed in my life yesterday. 


ELIZABETH AT WORK IN BROMLEY ADULT EDUACTION COLLEGE.

Friday, April 25, 2014

MICHAEL STOKOE SPEAKING SEPTEMBER 1994.

I CAN TEACH YOU
TECHNIQUE BUT NOT INTENT.
A DRAWING IS GOOD OR BAD
ACCORDING TO HOW MUCH IT FULFILLS
ITS INTENTION, (OR PURPOSE.)
WITHOUT THE AQUISITION OF TECHNIQUE
ONE HAS NOT THE POWER TO FULFILL THE DRAWINGS PURPOSE.

MICHAEL STOKOE SEPTEMBER 1994.
RAYE'S ANGELS.

Thursday, April 24, 2014

POEM. 8 SEPTEMBER 1995

POEM


I LONG TO GRASP
WHAT I CANNOT HAVE
AND FEED THE HURT INSIDE.

TO STAUNCH THIS PAIN
SO SOAR FROM WEEPING
WAVES OF SORROW IN MY LIFE
AND FREE THE PRISONER
TRAPPED WITHIN MY HEART.


PRINT FROM LINO.
RAYE'S ANGELS ART WORK.