Category Archives: Original acrylic paintings.

Marlene Dietrich.


I came across a black and white still of this image and thought it would make an interesting painting. I decided to flesh it out rather than paint it in monochrome, not sure now if that was the right decision.


Perhaps. (The Lady of Shalott)

And there she sits with impish grin

Behind the wall she hides within

Peeping out to see who’s there

Then hiding from their words and stares

She reaches out from gentle soul

To search for love to make her whole

To wash away her bitter pain

To bring her heart to life again

But tender maid still bleeding through

How deep the wounds inside of you?

Can they be cured by tender kiss?

Can Cupids blade bring you to bliss?

Or will your search by fears be torn

Before your heart again is born

To leave you deep behind your walls

Where hopes do die and dreams do fall

Will love persist to bless your faith?

And drag your heart from bitter wraith

What strength have you with all that’s gone

To hold your hand to anyone

To move from deep behind your fears

To cast aside the years of tears

Dare you smile and take that chance

To set our souls, now free to dance

To see, to feel, to wonder why

What dreams could lay t’ween you and I?

And then there was me.

I know I am odd and difficult to understand

Even I struggle at times to make sense of me

I seem to be laminated

To exist on different layers

I find something to be looked at on another plane

And off my mind wanders

You are on the ground, waiting patiently

A flower in the desert I am

A refuge from my storms

Somewhere to lay my heart.


This view, I view

I’ve viewed before

In another life

Through another door

This fine soft sand

And clear blue sky

Once warmed me

Through another’s eye

The swaying palms

In gentle dance

Send me back

In quiet trance

I’m paler now

I’m a different me

Not quite that one

That all can see

This view I view

That I view again

Brings forth it’s sadness

And with it pain.

The kneeling man.


I came across a sculpture of this kneeling male nude in, I think Berlin. I was struck by how powerful the sculptor had made this fragile figure. I know what I read into it, but I will leave you to decide for yourself what you think the sculptor was trying to capture.