Back to the Sacred Grove

Amidst the awful throes of Post-postmodernism, cast up gasping on its bleak and barren concrete shore, I am retreating into an imaginary wood, establishing a tiny Pre-Raphaelite enclave, where beauty, luminosity, spiritual mystery, purity, nature, the mythical or heroic past, and human aspirations reign and triumph.  I shall hide out there—and there you can, if you will, come and find me!

image: How Sir Galahad, Sir Bors and Sir Percival were Fed with the Sanc Grael; But Sir Percival's Sister Died by the Way, a watercolour by Dante Gabriel Rossetti