|"Don't look at that picture close, it smells bad." |
|"I mean by a picture a beautiful romantic dream of something that never was, never will be--in a light better than any light that ever shone--in a land no one can define or remember, only desire-- and the forms divinely beautiful--and then I wake up with the waking of Brynhild." |
I have a lot of shit to do this summer, an art student's work is never done (only abandoned).