Mary Watts Compton Chapel

The chapel at Compton in Surrey (UK) is a place I always wanted to visit but never actually got around to doing. It was so close to where I used to live at one point in my life butit is easy to neglect the beauty in our own doorstep in favour of the popular and bold elsewhere. It is something that I would describe as a real 'hidden gem' I couldn't give you numbers of how many people actually know this exists but I am pretty confident it is not many.

Mary Watts- was a Victorian artist married to a well known sculptor and painter George Frederick Watts.
She had a passion for Celtic Art from the British Isles and Ireland.

The chapel was totally designed from her dreams of how a chapel should be.
It took four years to build and was finished in 1898.

     
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the river was magical today

When you're feeling pretty stressed out at life, nothing can make a person's soul feel revived than being by the water.

           
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I find the beautiful colours of Autumn give me a new sense of optimism

         
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change of season.....

Just some pictures we took this week on our travels of the changing of colours

         
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new style maps

I'm really digging these new style maps based on population size.
 
you can see more of the maps at www.worldmapper.org/countrycartograms/

     
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sometimes true feelings can only be shared in a poem............

"As I saw you on my unrecognisable plain,
you are not my lost cause but my unfulfilled dream.
time crossed as we became lost in our sub-conscious stream

walking hand in hand we embrace the simple pleasures be
as we share the smile of uneven value, the silence drowning me
but the sands rumble with our spiritual voices, crys for eternity

grains of sand in one hand whilst you hold my heart in the other
a perfect beginning to a perfect love as we hide our perfect cover
our mind running in circles convinced we'll never find another

It wasn't meant to be that day as you left me standing by the shore,
without even a glance back my feet blood-soaked and raw,
grains of sand in your open hands whilst you rolled my heart on the floor."
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suicidal sea

"as you crash into my aimless life, memories begin
the scars appearing darker all over my tanned skin
pure against unpure you cleanse me of my shame
icy wet hand against my soul reassures me of no blame

take a step further, tentatively as if I am not sure to dare
wondering if you will take me into the dark and light under there
down,down,down sinking force that is the lashing of your power
seperated from the sky, sand and air this is your greatest hour

when you strike with your army the untruths drift across and over
now I am fighting in your grasp release me plea to an unwilling lover

why now? a change of heart when I'm so close to releasing my pain
do I have these doubts about the depths and what they may contain

"It's your fate" whispered Neptune as he clutched me by the hand
and that is how the searchers found me, lying face-down in the sand."

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remember

"REMEMBER me when I am gone away, gone far away into the silent land; when you can no more hold me by the hand, or I half turn to go, yet turning stay. Remember me when no more day by day you tell me of our future that you planned: Only remember me; you understand It will be late to counsel then or pray. Yet if you should forget me for a while and afterwards remember, do not grieve: for if the darkness and corruption leave a vestige of the thoughts that once I had, better by far you should forget and smile than that you should remember and be sad."

Christina Rossetti

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photorealism

I have really had my eyes opened this week to photorealism, it's an art form that I have never really acknowledged before, but thanks to the amazing paintings by Alyssa Monk I have been on an internet hunt this week, here are a few of my favourites so far.

Alyssa Monk - Water Drops

Alyssa Monk - Bikini underwater

Holly Williams Brock - Blue Boys

Wayne Haag - La Boheme Broadway

Richard Estes - Title unknown

         
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we do so much online, yet I am always filling out forms...on paper.

It strikes me as a little backwards by companies, organisations that insist we still have to fill out paper forms yet we all spend so much time online.

Currently I am filling out a form which requires an essay, oh god how I hate those type of forms, tick boxes, a,b,c,d anything but essay forms!

I struggle to write qualitatively when it is just for my personal use but when they judge you based on your 'essay styling.'

'include any extenuating circumstances...' this seems so open, I wish they would be more specific.... it reminds me of some people I know.

I wish I could scream 'What do you want from me?..... say exactly what you mean... I am no good at reading between the lines...'

It may make me feel a bit better......but still this essay won't write itself!

 

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