Javier Molina - Still Life collection

For an understanding of the lesser art of Still Life, please view this BBC comprehensive history: https://vimeo.com/84883341

Pomegranates and grapes

Ichthus

Calla lilies

Three loafs and a bun

Flower pot and tomatoes

Halves...

Cinnabar moths and flower

Harvest

If you're the healer...

Blood Orange

Peppers...

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After visiting Viktor Wynd's Museum of Curiosities.

Gran Poder: women's costumes

Inevitably it is necessary to give a historical perspective of this yearly festival that takes place in the city of La Paz, Bolivia in the first week of June. The celebration transforms and stimulates the social life of La Paz every year, emanating from a particular way of understanding and living Andean Catholicism. The Parade begins with a procession through the western part of the city. This procession is central to the event, involving 40,000 devotees who dance and sing in an offering to the patron saint. The dance has a sacred significance for the sixty-nine fraternities involved, which are greeted in the streets in a euphoric atmosphere where the music of 7,000 musicians resonates. It is so owe inspiring that it is rightfully a UNESCO Wold Heritage event (Intangible Cultural Heritage of Humanity). The image venerated with dance and music is believed to have arrived in the city at the founding of the convent of the Mothers of the Sacred Conception on the 8th of December 1663,

White lilies and a statue

Somewhere in the Andes

Reviewing some photographs from a collection of a trip to my homeland, La Paz, Bolivia, in search of my grandfathers' lands.

Hernhill Cemetery, Kent

On a visit after so many years, the cemetery near Ephraim Gardens

The angels's rest

The angels' rest...

A work in progress which late became the background to my self-portrait

From Cormac McCarthy's "Border Trilogy, The Crossing" ...yet more dark and darkening still where it ran on to the east and where there was no sun and there was no dawn and when he looked again toward the north the light was drawing away faster and that noon which he'd woke was now become an alien dusk and now an alien dark and the birds that flew had lighted and all had hushed once again in the bracken by the road.

Looking for cloud elements I found this shot of Margate which I had ignored all these years.

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