Para mi, manejar un libro viejo y oler sus páginas, es una experiencia única. Hay un olor del tiempo, de la historia, del drama de la acción quizás. Un libro viejo tiene carácter y manejarlo es como entrar en un cápsula del tiempo. No podemos...
“Thus shall ye think of this fleeting world: A star at dawn, a bubble in a stream, A flash of lightning in a summer’s cloud, A flickering lamp, a phantom, and a dream.” — Buddha Shakyamuni REMEMBER THE LIGHT Mary Risala Laird Quelquefois Press, 2007 Artist’s statement in an email to the curator:...
“The Three Hermits” Three old hermits took the air By a cold and desolate sea, First was muttering a prayer, Second rummaged for a flea; On a windy stone, the third, Giddy with his hundredth year, Sang unnoticed like a bird: ‘Though the Door of Death is near And what waits behind the door, Three...