The cradle rocks above an abyss, and common sense tells us that our existance is but a brief crack of light between two eternities of darkness. Although the two are identical twins, man, as a rule, views the prenatal abyss with more calm than the one he is heading for.
Vladimir Nabokov - "Speak, Memory"
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| Nighttime Painting, 2012, acrylic, reflective beads on canvas 11"x14" |
He said the hallway is lonesome
And the hallway is long
And one end is shiny
And one end is gone
And the middle burns brightly
With the color of night
And the doors are all open
But no one's inside
And the hallway is long
And one end is shiny
And one end is gone
And the middle burns brightly
With the color of night
And the doors are all open
But no one's inside
Lyle Lovett - "I Think You Know What I Mean"
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| Nighttime Painting, 2012, acrylic, reflective beads on canvas 11"x14" |
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