bridges we under the veil of night
thrown over to each other
are now torn by the dawn
are now torn by the dawn
two heads i bought on arvika's flea market, the ones from one of the previous entries. just painted. arionized.
day and night. the dichotomy that fascinates me and always makes me wonder.
i broke munch's moon on night's forehead and made the motive more mine. dunno if she cries with falling stars. i let it remain so.
and both marked with hour 12, the most dual hour on the clockplate. at least that's how i experience it. the brightest day and the deepest night. yet both faces are identical, only painted differently. and both have their centres in the very same hour, though completely contradictory, it's situated in the same place and described by the same word.
i'm so away today.
day and night. the dichotomy that fascinates me and always makes me wonder.
i broke munch's moon on night's forehead and made the motive more mine. dunno if she cries with falling stars. i let it remain so.
and both marked with hour 12, the most dual hour on the clockplate. at least that's how i experience it. the brightest day and the deepest night. yet both faces are identical, only painted differently. and both have their centres in the very same hour, though completely contradictory, it's situated in the same place and described by the same word.
i'm so away today.
even more beautiful now. and all my theories about exchanged heads, look- alike, ''prawo serii'', are expressed in this one picture...
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