Sand, his round and empty eyes are staring through horizon’s line, the waves erode his rocky toes while diamonds in his innards brine. They toss like dice as each heartbeat sends sloughs of sluggish sediment, through every throbbing artery to harden all into cement. Night has veiled all but the stars. The statue…
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A Saturday Morning in Pre-Raphaelite Paintings
I do love the Pre-Raphaelite Brotherhood, don’t you? They were bon vivants. They were rebels. And they were artists with real talent and an astoundingly new vision. By the time they split and went their separate ways, they had already created a legacy nobody in England could ever forget. I present, the Triumphant Trio: William…