Founded in the Winter of ‘22, WYTCH is the beginning of a project that is the culmination of a life’s interest in the visual arts, psychedel
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Founded in the Winter of ‘22, WYTCH is the beginning of a project that is the culmination of a life’s interest in the visual arts, psychedel
Hunter’s Moon (Bonchurch Shore) (ix)
©sydburon - October ‘16
Here are a few from inside the thousand year old church, with one of Abigail’s pieces lit by the coloured sunlight cast through a stained glass window.
Texture like Sun (xli)
©buron - Summer ‘18
Texture like Sun (xxxix)
©buron - Summer ‘18
Texture like Sun (xiv)
©buron - Summer ‘18
Texture like Sun (xii)
©buron - Summer ‘18
Texture like Sun (ix)
©buron - Summer ‘18
Texture like Sun (i)
©buron - Summer ‘18
Her Gods reside in the Bokeh (xvii)
©buron - September ‘18
Her Gods reside in the Bokeh (iv)
©buron - September ‘18
Her Gods reside in the Bokeh (ii)
©buron - September ‘18
Had I the heaven’s embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of night and light and the half-light; I would spread the cloths under your feet: But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
W. B. Yeats
The snow is melting this morning - feels like the threshold between Winter and Spring
Not long now 😉
Deep Midwinter Sun (17)
©buron - December ‘14
Tree Tunnel Stole my Melancholy (12)
©buron - August ‘14
Syd’s Opal Daydream iv (12)
©sydburon - April ‘14