Thine image, more sublime, more pink, more clear...

Christopher Pratt


Elisabeth Jonkers

 Torn from the bosom of my soul's repose, 

 And self-devoted to surrounding woes, 

 Oft o'er my solitary thoughts I brood - 

 (For passing crowds to me are solitude) 

Next to my own skin, her pearls. My mistress

bids me wear them, warm them, until evening

when I'll brush her hair. At six, I place them

round her cool, white throat. All day I think of her,

resting in the Yellow Room...

"...the natural, delicate, blue garland which binds the luminous, 
shadowed brows of water-nymphs; while the iris, its swards 
sweeping every way in regal profusion, stretched out over 
agrimony and water-growing king-cups the lilied sceptres, 
tattered glories of yellow and purple, of the kingdom of the lake."










Janet Hill


Alex Kanevsky




Michael Borremans


Kim Cogan








Adara Sánchez Anguiano


Dario Moschetta

  ...watch the soft blush seep through her skin 

 Like an indolent sigh... 

Tsuguharu Foujita



'The Wrong Man'





Deepa Vekaria  












title - Baudelaire
1. excerpt from a poem of Warren Hastings
2. excerpt from a poem of Carol Ann Duffy
3. Marcel Proust
4. line - Carol Ann Duffy