"And I saw it was filled with graves,
And tomb-stones where flowers should be:
And Priests in black gowns, were walking their rounds,
And binding with briars, my joys & desires."
from The Garden of Love
by William Blake
prompt: "In a grey overcast graveyard, with a brick wall with a nun looming above arch, The nun is staring, old, angry confrontational with arms crossed. Obscured behind the nun is a beautiful sunny garden. oil on canvas painting. nightmare, surreal"