Toshiko Okanoue. The Night of The Dance Party, 1954.

Toshiko Okanoue. The Night of The Dance Party, 1954.
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And so the cactus withstood the heat, and stationary puzzled overthe movement of life that surrounded it
Helena Pravda, Energy Vortex, 2008, Black conte on Stonehenge paper, 30 x 26
Lidia Kalibatas, The Joys and Shadows, 2008, pen, 72 x 59 cms
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Michelle Anderst. An Elegant Collection of Data Points. An Elegant Machine. Oil on canvas, 8 X 8”.
Jannos - exploring the inner landscape
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And as the bee thwacked into the window he pondered, how was it he could see through all his life’s troubles but never pass through them?

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This is a poem by Ted Hughes-
When the eagle soared clear through a dawn distilling of emerld.
Whenthe curlew trawled in seadusk through a chime of wineglasses
When the swallow swooped through a women’s song in a cavern
And the swift flicked throughthe breath of a violet
When the owl sailed clear of tomorrow’s concscience
And the sparrow preened himself of yesterday’s promise
And the heron laboured clear of the Bessemer upglare
And the bluetit zipped clear of lace panties
And the woodpecker drummed clear of the rotovator and the rose-farm
And the peewit tumbled clear of the laundromat
While bluefinch plumped in the apple bud
And the goldfinch bulbed in the sun
And the wryneck crooked in the moon
And the dipper peered from the dewball
Crow sprawled head-down in the beach-garbage, guzzling a dropped ice-cream.
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