I have a lovely old and dilapidated shack on my property… and as the iron I put on the roof to protect it, blew off in a gale, I decided it needed more powerful protection.
So…I summoned up some magic, raised my face to the heavens, and had a wee chat with Cecil Collins, a dead artist I am rather keen on. With the help of his “Angel of the Flowing Light’, my shack was blessed. Thanks Cecil.
Angel of the Flowing Light by Cecil Collins (1968)
Photography by Ragged Poet.