Monday, 26 July 2010

Despair






Sorry, this is the last of the two part series of things I found un-nerving in wonderful Northern Cyprus.

On my way to the village I would cut through the olive grove, at the back of our house, to gain the main road and there was a tiny church in ruins. Grave stones broken and twisted. I returned several times to make drawings of this 'dissolution', wondering what drove people to do this. So very sad, and respectfully, I really have not right to comment. I was so moved by this place regardless of who build it and who brought it down.
Deus Misereatur.