Cool summer nights. Windows open. Lamps burning. Fruit in the bowl. And your head on my shoulder. These the happiest moments in the day. Next to the early morning hours, of course. And the time just before lunch. And the afternoon, and early evening hours. But I do love these summer nights. Even more, I think, than those other times. The work finished for the day. And no one who can reach us now. Or ever.
great work! thx for sharing.
ReplyDeletei don't remember who it was now...
ReplyDeletean artist in london
who filled a room with black oil
you came into the room and looked over it
almost ready to spill over the edge
the first sachai gallery
late eighties, early nineties
beth