My travel across time with famous artist JMW Turner.




I came to join Turner in London after the Royal Academy Exhibition in 1840. His head was hanging in disarray after his painting “The Slave Ship” was labelled an absurdity, a kitchen accident by the elite.


Leaning towards me he whispered in his coarse voice “I meant to make people weep, to show the tragic truth about the powerlessness of ordinary people when faced with atrocities and disasters.” Then he sighed.


Like two old friends I wrapped my arm around his rounded shoulders and invited him to relax in my little cottage in the mountains.

Sitting at the table surrounded by the delicate fragrance of mint tea sweeten with honey and the sound of the crackling fire we dove into an amicable conversation about the human heart and condition of living.


 I shared with him that in our modern time we are more separated from each other than ever in history. Materialism and consumerism are gradually eroding the human race. Fortunately the positive side in us is slowly waking up and exhibits itself as love and compassion.


We both agreed that the mind is enriched when one understands the whole existence of oneself and one’s relationship to the world at large.


And as the sun was disappearing over the mountain peaks we knew the past and the present couldn’t blend forever and that our time together was soon coming to an end.