Sid Dickens Collection

Proud flower precious as gold to sultan. First flame of spring.

Strength and strategy; qualities for the King to play the game.

Like a red jewel, shining in a treasury of botanicals, blooms this sensuous sprawl of peony. Chinese symbol of wealth.

Bone white and black. Keys casting spells, rising and falling, like all the passions of the heart.

Nothing in life is better than a good laugh

Whimsy of the Elizabethan jester captured in the curl of ornament.

Sprightly dances, On rolling wisps of wind

Look to this sacred symbol of rebirth and enlightenment. Awaken your spirit to the sun.

Elegant spirit of regal splendor.

“Hope is the thing with feathers, that perches in the soul.” — Emily Dickenson

Find the triumph in knowing, That dawn is beyond the dark night.

Nestled in these petals lies, Friendship, joy and freedom. The future you dream of, Lays waiting.

A friend dispels the cold and warms the soul.

Open your eyes, and go where beauty sits…waiting.

“Come, come, whoever you are. Wonderer, worshipper, lover of leaving.” -Rumi-

Beyond these gates, Might lie magic, Might lie truth, Enter with curiosity.

Drawn to flower’s beauty, on Imperial wings of flight.

Impressions from worlds past, Gardens in distant places, Awaken our collective memory.

Colours of spring, Sing with life. Awaken my soul from slumber.

True love deserves neither honors nor reproaches.

Might the mystery of life be explained in a single bloom?

The sublime rapture of spring, Beheld in nature’s delicate balance.

Black winged courier, angelic rogue. Mischievous deliverer of love.

Take refuge in the mercy of this heart, and partake the spirit of love’s divine light.

The charm of stillness; resolute calm, Philisophy of the wise.

Twilight worries are appeased, By the ardour of this solitary bloom.

Crimson opulence, Envelop my senses, With the symphony of your flame.

“…she seemed to listen and not to speak…” from sonnet by Bernardo Bellinciani, Court Poet

Fruit of a lost dynasty. Time, sweet concubine, Our memory is love.

Let us wander this cerulean mood, and meet tranquility.

…mercy to our children’s children forever.

Words we parted for, Tenious waits; days long. Know my only allegiance is to you.

A poet’s enchantment, Released through winged inspiration.

Winter is the season to dream the beginning. Like this great tree we are all rooted in one earth, Ever changing, ever growing.

Fabric of life. This tapestry of innocence and experience.

Sages inscribed mysteries and memories to long outlive the rust of time.

Once upon a time…happiness reigned. Everyone remembered their dreams. Hearts yielded to laughter like a town to a carnival.

Seventh heaven is near. It is here, in our heart, Abiding.

Postmarked Rouen, the first shipments of prized soft-paste porcelain.

The ribbon of memory marks every artist’s journey. Connecting past to present in time’s long book.

Life is great game board and we the players. Take a chance.

Winter is the season to dream the beginning. Like this great tree we are all rooted in one earth, Ever changing, ever growing.

Filled with the invisible, the stone remembers. Stained with the bone-black distillation of time.

The woven music of an unheard chord mysteriously moves the soul in us all.

The white horse shining spirit of majesty faithful steed liked by fable’s golden bridle to all humankind.

Music marks a life. It is a secret inner motion. First note like a key, unlocking all the history of the heart.

A rustling memory, this wing, this fragment. Cllen to eart or rising upward, fast moving as thought. Floating us to that light and timeless home of angels.

Floating hearts. Dealt on an intimate sea of love.