Claw Boys Claw.....

There ain't no cure.....

Got what you're looking for, waving bye to the poor

Got what you're gazing at, understanding and respect

So, anyway, no questions please.....  Here I am in Belgium......

Really shouldn't need to explain.  Every picture tells a story.......

As I may of said [sic] I know little about art........

And I don't like a massacre of the innocents.....

And not so sure about Jacques-Louis David (nor Caspar etc etc David).....

But, per fortuna, my life is filled with images.....

Some of which are real......

Some of which are fleeting:

Some of which seem to be following me about, from cathedral to cathedral.....

Some, I think, recur.......

Some are architectural:

Others just have some kind of graphic appeal:

While others initiate their impact aurally:

Ik doe niks en ik laat niks

Ik staar wat voor me uit

Ik neem nog maar een biertje

Oh, yes.... the images:

Well some are three dimensional:

Some are flat:

Some are static:

And some jog about like an animated Where's Wally? picture:

Which is the medieval equivalent of:

In a bar in Antwerp:

Where a bunch of Dutch youths are partying with their friend who just moved here.  So good that young people can move about freely.  So good that young people can have a fun time together......

Makes me thirsty:

And hungry:

So I go to my favourite restaurant:

Where I feel welcome:

I said, "Welcome".......

[Thank you Charlotte - Ed]

So I relax:

As only a Gormley can:

Then I just might return up the stairs:

To my homely hotel corridor:

And then into my shadowed room:

Which isn't really unlike another Gormley:

Which, from the outside, could very well seem like this:

[Only it doesn't.  Ed]

Peoples, peoples, peoples

You know what it means to be left alone

Peoples, peoples, people, (now hear me!)

You know what it means to be left alone

Yeah

Lord it happened to day

Lord not even a call on my telephone

Understandin'

Lord a little love, babe

In the world is all I need

A little love and understanding baby

Blues in C#

Jimi Hendrix

And so, in St Bavo's, Ghent, with my little soft toy, I take refuge.....

To drink of the cherry blood of the Mystic Lamb:

That is, if you can get near it:

And aren't intimidated by the watchful eyes around you (not looking at you, of course, but watching, watching):

And in the meantime, the world turns, as the fans in the ceiling:

Which are kind of lacking in lustre, like these fans:

Ah, well.  You (no one) can win them all.....

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And so, with mixed feelings, 

I drink a last drink:

Look again at the pictures:

Ready my car:

Try to swish away those stinging bees of love:

Try to forget my sad-eyed lady of the lowlands:

Thank Magritte for his offer of tea:

Bid farewell to those with whom I have shared:

Picture by Michael Hill

And then settle back to stare into the distance:

Vaguely thinking why isn't this square?

Sometimes I wonder what I’m gonna do

Cause there ain’t no cure for the summertime blues

Summertime Blues

Eddie Cochran