Sunday, 13 July 2014

...the air was slowly changing to a color they didn’t know...





Carl Vilhelm Holsøe


















Haixia Liu 



Stanley Cursiter
Milk Jug and Garlic, Oil on Canvas. 9"x 12"


Roberto Rosenman


b.keany





Jean-Etienne Liotard

Yet has he too his own pleasure,His breakfast hour’s his hour of leisure;And, left alone, he reads or muses,Or else in idle mood he usesTo sit and watch the venturous fly,Where the sugar’s piled high,Clambering o’er the lumps so white,Rocky cliffs of sweet delight.


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  1. main menu13 July 2014 at 13:10

    title - from j.mehigan poem
    3. line - Sebastian Faulks
    4. line -joshua cohen
    last - mary lamb

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