Across and Up, 4 Mar. 2018, Paris.
Digital Play #5: Sunset, Edge of the Hayfield. 12/19/2017.
Mais, oui! 我同意!
Il existe deux moyens de refuge contre la misère de la vie: la musique et les chats.
Albert Schweitzer
artist rudolf schlichter
https://lacarolita.tumblr.com/post/637560237095780352
I see her from afar, Sitting alone in the early day, Tracing gossamer thoughts And hearing the whispers Of her heart. Her muse is the One Who is not there, The One who is Inaccessible, Yet whose presence Is so real that He stirs the deepest passion Of her womanly soul. Thoughts shape images, Murmurs, words And she sings Of smoke and fire, Incandescent and all-consuming, Of drink so concentrated One sip intoxicates. I listen, taken by her music Toward her heart’s Center, Hoping for invisibility, That my presence not Disturb her muse, Hoping to be unseen By her consort, Shiva, Should he return While she is in her Bliss. ©sealanehill, 2017 For @soulreserve
A relative posted a Facebook album of photos from “Maya: The Exhibition” at the Cincinnati Museum Center about a month ago. My talented wife drew a sketch from one of the photos, a limestone bas relief depicting a Mayan ruler. I used her sketch to make a drypoint plate. More pictures and way more text here: https://www.facebook.com/100001518747937/posts/3652551284805460/.
A non-sorted terrigenous deposit of large clasts in a matrix of fines.
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