A woman speaks… camera scripta, camera picta… a room…
“Under the firelight, under the brush, her hair
Spread out in fiery points
Glowed into words, then would be savagely still.”
(T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land)
Love the raised arm and the hand positioning…and those reflective elements ….smiling )))))
Thank you so much, Alan!! (…smiling for you…)
))) thanks Kari ))) smiling…it’s Friday…it feels good )))
Closing the eyes to open the senses.
Thank you, Marcelo!!
this hand and eyes are touched existence
Love you comment, dear Agnes!! (…smiling and smiling for you…)
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Believes that things should not be in small drawers inside large closets.
As we live our lives forwards, but understand them backwards (as Kierkegaard says).
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