Tuesday, July 10, 2012

proserpina

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these days i feel like i'm finding new words, a new language. the sounds and the feel of olde words feel hard to give shape to. something about this transformation feels akin to these paintings by agostino arrivabene.

 a strangeness in the darkness . . .

1 comment :

Hot Trash Vintage said...

art is a way of communicating the deepness of the corners of an artist's mind, yours is indeed as dark as mine... :-)