PARIS.- When Odysseus instructed his crew to lash him to the mast of their ship, he was preparing himself to hear the sirens song, ‘the song of the universe’. Their sweet singing, claims of omniscience and power to calm the waters infallibly lured sailors off course to their destruction. Odysseus plugged his crews’ ears with beeswax, so that he alone could savour the seductive laments of the sirens and experience a mystical encounter with the sublime. Dreams and the sea are the closest we come to other worlds, and the solitary sea-stacks featured in these photographs, or sirens as they appear to me, stand as guardians on the threshold of both worlds. For me the sirens song is a call to contemplation, not action, and these images chart my own fascinated encounters with an enchanted world of forgotten archetypes. My pictures are intended to siren-like, allure viewers into a