Wednesday, August 18, 2010

I hear flies.


Graphite on paper. Draft intended for dry point etching.

"Where O where have you been my love? Where O where can you be? It's been so long, since the moon has gone, And 0 what a wreck you've made me. Are you there over the ocean? Are you there, up in the sky? Until the return of my love, This lullaby. My Hope is on the horizon, Every face, it's your eyes i can see. I plead, i pray through each night & day, Our Embrace is only a dream. And as sure as days come from moments, Each hour becomes a life's time. When she'd left, i'd only begun this lullaby". Mark Lanegan & Queens of the Stone Age.

Tears streamed down her worn cheeks as she whispered to his reflection in the carriage window "I kill all beautiful things". - The last Friday we knew together. DB.

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