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Like a surrealist yet hyperrealist painting with colors borrowed from Salvador Dali No melting clocks here, everything is fully automated including the sunsets Nothing may ever happen, empty driverless trains transporting invisible passengers A foretaste of a tasteless purgatory upgraded to heaven level Dungeons of a brave new world built on primeval fears Photo Hugh […]
Dazed and ghost-like silhouettes hanging from the back of a sound truck Plastered in talcum powder, watercolors and chocolate, the miracle mix They ride as they spread more havoc among the revelers with water-pistols The war is on as our leaders like to claim, but this one is against routine and boredom Photo Hugh Ardoin […]
The favourite game in Asuncion is bus-spotting The harsh light of sunset keeps commuters guessing Finding the right number is almost like winning the lotto Scanning the deep end of the avenues for a sign to refuel hope Photo Hugh Ardoin The Americas Gallery Hits: 22
Emerging from the waves of a human sea like the lady on the shell A Black Aphrodite, the original Hathor of the Nabta Playa times Just landed on Westbourne Grove with a radiant albeit lethal smile She waves like a Queen at the bemused crowds as she walks away Photo Hugh Ardoin The Notting Hill […]
Like the stomping of all these people would break the Earth open An from the deep chasm flames will rise to Heaven in the sky above A furious volcano spewing swarms of fiery incubus and succubus Like moths attracted by the light, the angels will come fluttering to play with fire Joining the the fray […]
On the road to Asuncion in the middle of a diluvial storm It was almost night in full daylight like an eclipse of the sun We came to a stop at a surreal toll gate in the pouring rain There was this bishop standing at the gate under an umbrella A premonition of the ferryman […]
The temperature rises above street level as the crowd prance and dance A blonde girl in red with bright red lipstick and a mask laughs her head off She is covered with black molasses as the Jab celebration duly requires It is the moment of glee when we forget our woes until it all wanes […]
The Iroquois run in the streets of Hackney And the chemist sells strange substances So you may fly up and down in the sky with diamonds The quartet was the last English dream after Alice So we all sing the anthem, long live Mrs Ethel Shroake… Photo Hugh Ardoin The Londoners Gallery Hits: 44
Parading like the king of the jesters on Westbourne Grove Stories in his head and a joke on the tip of his lips The jester lets you laugh at him while he laughs at you Words are the tools of his trade, slowly honed by his mind When he speaks, his tongue strikes faster than […]