I sat down to write today, for inspiration I looked at the collection of photo’s I have taken over the last few years. This image is one of my favourites, not sure if it was originally painted to be an angel, cherub or perhaps Mercury the winged messenger, I just love it, it seems to me to symbolize peacefulness and goodness, it is surprising that I photographed it outside the doorway that led to the brothel in Pompeii, a brothel where you could (a very long time ago, and before a volcanic eruption) pretty much procure anything you wanted, each position graphically depicted ( perhaps to avoid confusion) on the wall. It is that juxtaposition that makes the image that much more special.

As I pondered the appeal of the photo, I reflected that in reality all of us are visible to others in the context that they encounter us, that what we see or how others perceive us can be so wrong from our own reality. Not a startling thought, nor a thought that is frankly very original, it is, however, a reminder to myself, that sometimes what we see and what really is, can be completely dissimilar, like an angel outside a brothel door and that is what gives depth and nuance to our lives.