Saturday, September 22, 2012
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- Christopher
- I died for beauty, but was scarce Adjusted in the tomb, When one who died for truth was lain In an adjoining room. He questioned softly why I failed? "For beauty," I replied. "And I for truth - the two are one; We brethren are," he said. And so, as kinsmen met a-night, We talked between the rooms, Until the moss had reached our lips, And covered up our names.
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You're a horrible liar because people as clever as you are must be at least 18 years old and you're just a huge bag of contradictions, aren't you?
I love these pieces. Especially the last one. Mixed media makes me happy.
I am. And you're right--I'm 28.
I'm glad you liked them. I found a book full of about 100 or so works of his in my painting classroom and I found them to be really really interesting.
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