Thursday, June 09, 2011

Been there, seen that


I recently found my pretty little copy of The Child's Garden of Verses.
I find this poem so exciting, especially as I've been to some of the places now. But what did my pre-travel self make of it in 1990 - I wonder? Did Stevenson's poetry lurk in my subconscious, to someday inspire some of my own?

TRAVEL, by Robert Louis Stevenson

I should like to rise and go
Where the golden apples grow;—
Where below another sky
Parrot islands anchored lie,
And, watched by cockatoos and goats,
Lonely Crusoes building boats;—
Where in sunshine reaching out
Eastern cities, miles about,
Are with mosque and minaret
Among sandy gardens set,
And the rich goods from near and far
Hang for sale in the bazaar,—
Where the Great Wall round China goes,
And on one side the desert blows,
And with bell and voice and drum
Cities on the other hum;—
Where are forests, hot as fire,
Wide as England, tall as a spire,
Full of apes and cocoa-nuts
And the negro hunters’ huts;—
Where the knotty crocodile
Lies and blinks in the Nile,
And the red flamingo flies
Hunting fish before his eyes;—
Where in jungles, near and far,
Man-devouring tigers are,
Lying close and giving ear
Lest the hunt be drawing near,
Or a comer-by be seen
Swinging in a palanquin;—
Where among the desert sands
Some deserted city stands,
All its children, sweep and prince,
Grown to manhood ages since,
Not a foot in street or house,
Not a stir of child or mouse,
And when kindly falls the night,
In all the town no spark of light.
There I’ll come when I’m a man
With a camel caravan;
Light a fire in the gloom
Of some dusty dining-room;
See the pictures on the walls,
Heroes, fights and festivals;
And in a corner find the toys
Of the old Egyptian boys.

Monday, June 06, 2011



How did this happen?
In this picture (around September 2008?) I started out scribbling two swirls, ended up with a stem, which turned out to be a waist, and then inspired to complete the "reclining woman" I filled in the rest. Yeah it's silly. What should I call it?

Friday, June 03, 2011

Now that's what I call painting!


I looked up Tolu Aliki in Google (Images) and this is what I found:

And when I think of Rom (Isichei) , it's still these faces that haunt me

(I can't find the most haunting one...I'll try to find it)
Rom also does all sorts of stuff, like Women, people, and objects.

When I think of Victor (Ehikhamenor), I guess it's Red.