The windows of the soul

Ocean Moon

Ocean Moon is a Decalogue of 10 black and white ink drawings that tell the story of a life changing

adventure into the dark and mysterious depths of human life and the inner world of the human imagination.

 

 

 

Enchantment under the sea

If she is the light and the way, and the guide to all good things in this world today,
If she is the star that falls from the sky,

or another little universe that rotates in the mind.

So we set a course and sailed for freedom across the great waters that divide the mind

Ben Reche © 2003

 

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The trial of mother fungus

It was morning seven thirty–ish and the fish had taken to the sky
For another day of swimming in the sea of lasting bliss.

I still couldn't’t understand why the banshees’ howl
was still ringing in my left sphere.

It slowly faded to the outer depths of my reality
as the sounds of your confusion began to fade in,
for fear of committing the original sin.

Ben Reche © 2003

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The great expectation


Winter grew close, as I walked freely into the valley that time had forgot,
the gates lay open and the keepers had long since left their watchtowers.

Life stood still for its inhabitants for many decades
since their mines had collapsed, from endless greed,
and so to had their hope of escape.

The children ran wild through the streets
like the fox running in the wild wood,
and at night they preyed on the old to find an escape from their torment


Ben Reche © 2003

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sonic evolution

At last the sound was loud and vibrating,
my mind began to spin, like the world on its axis.
I lost control, and with a sudden jolt
I felt myself leave my earthly body,
and embark upon a journey to distant shores.


Ben Reche © 2003

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The nectar of devotion

My mind was empty but there was the sweet smell of cucumber
radiating from the body that lay beside me.

I paused, watching this tropical butterfly as she lay completely still,
it was as if the world was empty of sound; of such beauty.

Her wings fluttered in rhythm with the taking of breath,
my mind walked endless corridors in search of where this vision had evolved,
but my search was in vain.


Ben Reche © 2003

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Totem's taboos, but we come in peace

Don’t ask me who I am,
just because you can’t remember, or even give a damn.

It is said, we came to this land from the bottom of the sea,
fish to amphibian, ape to man,

They say this is evolution,
but you couldn't’t give a damn.


Ben Reche © 2003

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The magi, at the mercy of the wind


When I danced on the water and I dreamed about being free,
I saw the three ghost riders, travelling the world for all to see.
They followed the moon and the setting sun,
from one life to the next until their quest was won.


Ben Reche © 2003

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When two fish kiss


Darkness had fallen across the earth and the volcanoes had been replaced
with giant smoke-blowing chimneys, and radiation was being spread to the
four corners of the earth.

For some time I feared my spirit had been broken, but it slowly began
to regain its strength, despite strong opposition from the forces of evil.

They tried for some time to steal my soul. I could never give in.
There was no way I was going to become a machine to help in the destruction
of our Great Mother Earth.

Many months have past, and I am still waiting for the rising serpent to climb
the last few steps to the kingdom of heaven.
For further news of my battle against the forces of evil.

Ben Reche © 2003

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The hand the holds the looking glass

At last, the promised land.
Created for all by God’s own hand.


Ben Reche © 2003

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Old Joe

The mother. The father. The maker. My ghost


Ben Reche © 2003

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Prints Available

Limited to an edition of 180

All prints come with signed registration paper

Print size 45 cm by 64 cm

High White Wove Card. 250 gsm
Made from 100% elementary chlorine free wood pulps
Using high quality black ink. Suitable for archive use.

Please state which print you would like to purchase when ordering.

Prints are priced at £200.00 each. unframed.

Posting and packaging free within the United Kingdom

Overseas buyers please contact for shipping information.

Should you wish to purchase a complete set please

contact for details

benreche@ntlworld.com

Copyright of all artwork remains the property of the artist Ben Reche.
All rights reserved.


To ensure the longevity of print please avoid hanging in direct sun light

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