Saturday, February 6, 2010

last whisper

Close-up murmurs offered are like morsels leading up to the slowly opened door of a cabin nestled in a deep dark forest. One moment when her eyes opened she saw her father floating about the room crying in hopeless grief. Unspoken fits and wild punches before one last heaving sigh.

painting: Morphine(1894)
Santiago Rusiñol


Blogger willow said...

Powerful piece, Phil.

(hope it isn't a willow cabin)

2/08/2010 7:02 PM  

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