Have you seen a beautiful woman rushing past you, her hair waving goodbye, her skirt flapping about her like wings? Was notĀ time doing her a great injustice? Was not timeĀ mocking you? Time undressed her of you. Time did to her everything he wanted to. * Image: Original watercolor painting (c) AntigoniArtGallery
As he lay there in the garden Idling away time, The voice in his head bubbled and foamed... It goaded him to get up, To roll up his sleeves and do this or that. To make with his hands things that others could touch. "I am everything already," he said to himself. "I don't need … Continue reading The Voice In His Head
Hands from the past reaching out to us: Ocher red, white, dark, brown, Five-fingered, four-fingered, three-fingered, Hand stencils sprayed on the wall, Ocher mixed with spit, mixed with blood, Blown through hollow bones; Art as a plea for us to remember Ourselves when we did not have faces. Our words now are like hand stencils … Continue reading Hands From the Past
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