London Dada work 565; Yea though I Paint…

“Yea though I Paint in the Valley of the Shadow of Death I shall fear no Evil, for my Pot and my Brush shall Comfort me”
c. 2010 Michael St. Mark

Word/image play on common biblical saying.
Digital photo. Giclee print 10″ x 8″ excluding 2″ border. One off,  titled & signed. £150

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Link to ongoing London Dada vs. Wolff Olins 2012 Olympic logo plagiarism claim.

10 thoughts on “London Dada work 565; Yea though I Paint…

  1. Well as a shadow is an absence of light and a reflection is just the reflection of light i guess they’re not the same!—–i was hoping you’d give me the answer, if i asked both questions, to which ‘shadow’ you meant! 😀


    • Aye, but they’re both echos of a sort?
      Seeing as I saw the reflection that inspired to press the shutter with the “shadow of death” theme in mind, I’ve interpreted the title also quite loosely.
      Thanks for the feedback.. appreciated.


  2. I hate to see a person up a ladder as i’m always waiting for them to fall off or for the ladder to slip. This happened to a neighbour 3 years ago when he was taking his outside Christmas lights down off the guttering. The ladder went and down he came, he was badly injured and still walks with a limp even now.

    I love the painters pristine, white overalls! Either he has just began the job or his wife uses Persil :))


    • Yes Mrs B, there’s a long history of tragedy associated with people up ladders, sadly. Btw did you spot the “shadow” here, or is my eagle eyed over-active imagination muscle flexing in vain again?


      • My OBE for services to pedantry must come soon….

        [Mind you, I don’t want people to think I actually believe the religious stuff; I just have the sort of memory that keeps that level of detail for sixty years, while I often can’t remember what I was going to get out of the fridge. A beer will have to do.]


      • Sheesh, me too. In fact I remember I often forget to remind myself not to forget to remember why I’ve just walked into another room.
        I try to console myself with the fact that even Einstein was absent-minded ( if I remember correctly ) but somehow I’m still left with this horrible lingering worry..

        ” How will I know when I’m going gaga”.. says my dear old mum, now in residential care.
        ” When you stop asking that question… I think”, I tentatively say.


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