she haunts…


Shenstone old church


Witley Court ruins


undercroft

undercroft

To Sleep,
O soft embalmer of the still midnight,

Save me from curious conscience, that still hoards
Its strength for darkness, burrowing like the mole;

Turn the key deftly in the oiled wards,
And seal the hushed casket of my soul.

words taken from ‘To Sleep’, a poem by Keats


the fountain of mourning

the fountain of mourning


metaphysical

metaphysical


allegory

allegory


infernal

infernal


cryptych


abstraction