Spring Trees, Digital Photo, 2010.
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Music when soft voices die...doodles, date-unknown.
M USIC , when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory; Odours, when sweet violets sicken, Live within the sense they quicken. Rose leaves, when the rose is dead, Are heap'd for the belovèd's bed; And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone, Love itself shall slumber on. Percy Bysshe Shelley. 1792–1822
Drawing, pen and ink and prismacolor, 2003.
"I will be In the bar With my head On the bar I am now A central part Of your mind's landscape Whether you care Or do not Yeah, I've made up your mind" The More You Ignore Me, The Closer I Get by Morrissey
