From my solo show where I illuminated all 19 of John Donne's Holy Sonnets.


'My soul thirsts'
Acrylic ink and gold foil on canvas

Holy Sonnet XVII
Since she whom I lov'd hath payed her last debt
To Nature, and to hers, and my good is dead,
And her Soul early into heaven ravished,
Wholly on heavenly things my mind is sett.
Here the admiring her my mind did whet
To seek thee God; so streams do shew their head;
But though I have found thee, and thou my thirst hast fed,
A holy thirsty dropsy melts me yet.
But why should I beg more Love, when as thou
Dost woo my soul for hers; off'ring all thine:
And dost not only fear least I allow
My Love to Saints and Angels things divine,
But in thy tender jealousy dost doubt
Least in the World. Flesh, yea Devil put thee out.

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