Koons My Way

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Ashmolean, Jeff Koons, kitsch

thought it needed spicing up a little

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Jeff Koons at The Ashmolean

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Ashmolean, Jeff Koons, kitsch, Venus

                           and- yes- I kitsched- the Venus up!

Ashmolean Sculptures (Modern Twist)

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Apollo, Ashmolean, Classical sculpture, discus thrower, Prisma

This gallery contains 4 photos.

  Images by Candia Dixon-Stuart

Two Medusas

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Archaeology, Ashmolean, Damien HIrst, Medusa, mythological monsters, Sculpture, Tartaro

 

                       One by Damien Hirst – the other considerably older. 

                        (Ashmolean)

                       Photos by Candia Dixon- Stuart

Mexican Day of the Dead (Oxfordshire)

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Ashmolean, Mexican Day of the Dead, Oxfordshire

Photo by Candia Dixon-Stuart.  The Ashmolean.

Happy Hallowe’en!

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Frankenstein, hallowe'en, pumpkins, skeleton, witch

This gallery contains 4 photos.

Photos by Candia Dixon-Stuart    

Two Musical Angels

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angels, Cotswolds, St Lawrence, stained glass

                       St Lawrence Church, Lechlade (Cotswolds)

                         Photos by Candia Dixon-Stuart

Badbury Clump

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Atrebates, Badbury Clump, Belgae, Catuvellauni, King Arthur, Marasnius oreades, mercenaries, Mons Badonicus, mycology, Voltigern

Photo by Lord Mayonnaise, 2012 (Bolton) 

Mushroom Observer.  Wiki

 

Ancient boundaries:

Atrebates, the Belgae,

Catuvellauni.

A whiff of Arthur,

as he defended this land

from the foreigners –

those mercenaries

whom Voltigern had welcomed.

Was Mons Badonicus here?

I stumble across

some pushy Marasnius

oreades, which

rejuvenate with raindrops,

blown in from mainland Europe.

Challenged, they go underground.

They know coasts are never clear,

but invasion is a fact.

They are here for the long term.

Art That Doesn’t Work

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Aurora, frustration, Gaudi House, Goddess of Dawn, Kate Moss

 

When you feel ill and spend all Saturday painting a Gaudi House and then

hate it, scrub it all out and freely paint into the mess that is left on the

canvas.

Suddenly, you see Aurora, Goddess of the Dawn.  Why?  Or is it Kate Moss?

The frustrations of trying to be an artist…

Meysey Hampton- a Sermon in Glass

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Cotswolds, crucifixion, Dismas, Gestas, gold frankincense myrrh, Meysey Hampton, Paradise, paradox, Penitent Thief, Romans 5, Sheol, St Peter, wormwood

 Meysey Hampton church (Cotswolds) has stained

glass fragments pertaining to the crucifixion.  I believe they

were discovered in a barn, sold to the Paul Getty museum,

but have been returned home.

I’m Dismas.

 

Who the hell is that? you ask.

And where’s the other rogue – the one who mocked?

 

If I say I’m The Penitent Good Thief,

does that give you a clue?  Through gritted teeth,

I am trying to process a promise

that I’ll be translated to Paradise.

I’d get there sooner if they’d break my legs.

I can hardly breathe for my fractured ribs.

 

At the cusp of salvation/ damnation,

I turned my face, to see He’d gone ahead.

 

Some think my pardon was an act of grace,

bestowed because I showed a flash of faith,

but others say it was a just reward,

because I stopped those bandits – and Gestas

(no longer with us) from nicking gold,

frankincense, myrrh from that Man’s family,

aeons ago, when they were fugitives.

 

I asked then that He should remember me,

should our paths cross again – one day they did.

 

Well, some say Christ Himself was a Good Thief,

since He stole us back from Satan’s kingdom.

Do two wrongs make a right?  I do not know,

but I am warming to the paradox.

 

Salvabitur vix justus in die

judicii/ ergo salvabitur.*

 

I’m a glimpse of your hope of glory.

Hey, you malefactors – just look and live!

Everything else is a heap of smithereens.

 

I joined Him in Sheol and freed captives,

but, for the life of me, I do not know

what happened to Gestas; nor where he is.

 

I was found, restored and here I hang now –

unbaptised, but, oddly, beatified,

waiting for my promised resurrection.

Uncertain of what was meant by ‘today,’

but first in the queue to meet St Peter.

Meanwhile, give me a sip of that wormwood

and, since He didn’t want His, I’ll have it.

 

 

• Romans 5 v 7-9

For scarcely for a righteous man will one die; yet peradventure for a good man some would even dare to die, but God commendeth His love towards us in that while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us.