Perchance Eternity
Some poetry of Emily Dickinson came my way recently, and I was struck by this one:
Time feels so vast that were it not
For an Eternity –
I fear me this Circumference
Engrossing Finity –
Meanwhile, I have been experimenting with sketching on scraps of Asian newsprint, leaves, flowers and other bits of the Autumn landscape. Two of these are incorporated into this work.
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