not a pretty picture. not a good. not a bad. picture. but an argument.

Monday, June 16, 2014

poppies ii, 12 hours

1 comment:

  1. I'm reading right now A room of one's own , by Virginia Woolf, and I think that in our images I find this book, and these feelings-the radiography oh poppies, of life, of our own. I wolud like to stay in this black nightshade ,in this day light of the colour forever...


"Words at the limit of hearing, attributable to no one, received in the conch of the ear like dew by a leaf." (philippe jaccottet) or even a quiet presence is appreciated))