Overhead The sun is a slow gong in a brass bowl, the moon also rings her bell against the indigo steel of the night sky. By painting, Emily Carr decoded heaven as a coastline vast bays of ripped blue and Vincent drew his circles tighter than the tattered orbits of his own life. Art like […]
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