Surreal Pond at Delamere house

On a warm sultry evening as the sun’s glow lost its intensity, I did this picture of the palms across the other side of the pond. A triffid-inspired spiker thrusts out its great flowered stem. In the distance a great willow glowers at the lesser mortals beneath it. We only see a small portion of its mighty garlanded fronds hanging over the lawn which is out of view.

Ghostly shadows of the foreground give an intense inky blackness making one wonder if the underworld is really so close. So you see this picture has bypassed my cognitive functions. You might say it has been created automatically.. so in this sense, it is surreal. I never pretend to know an awful lot about art. No point in cluttering the cupboards of one’s mind with other people’s work you might draw comparisons with. So you seek to express your own creativity rather than copying what already exists.

Simply ‘living’ or ‘existing’ plays out its pollutants on your virginity probably meaning nothing is made without ‘being under the influence’. So permanently drugged you try to bypass the pollution and cut out the logical brain.

So the weird and wonderful world beneath is revealed. A sort of cat’s eye view.

Enjoy!

David Jackson

19.06.2025