LIFE STOOD STILL: TIME HAD WARPED OVER ITSELF; LIKE A WISP OF SMOKE IN THE OPEN AIR, IT VANISHED, IMAGINE, EVERYTHING. I FOUND MYSELF ALONE, ISOLATED; I COULDN'T TELL WHERE. NOTHING WAS PRESENT, YET, COME ON, IT WAS ALL THERE; YES, I COULD FEEL THAT IN AN UNCANNY WAY, THE PAST WAS ENVELOPING ME. YOU TRY: IT IS INDESCRIBABLE; I CAN ONLY SAY THIS: IF YOU PUT TWO UNKNOWNS TOGETHER, ADD SOME APREHENSION, CONCLUDE WITH A WHISPER, IT GIVES YOU A SLIGHT IDEA. ONE ASPECT WAS VERY APPARENT; THE SENSE OF FLOATING, TO BE FREE, UNATTACHED, REMOVED, YOU COULD SAY, FROM ALL REALITY. WHAT WAS, OR WHAT HAD BEEN, WAS EVAPORATED.
Medium: oil on canvasboard
Size: 22" x 28"
Title: Lalinda, Dordogne
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