This Too Will Vanish...

By etherghost

In the studio

Close your eyes and breathe. Sit at the table and listen.

At once you are aware of the scratching sounds as a palette knife cuts into the painting in time with the music. Small cars drive over cobbles as they pass by. The light filters in hour after hour and the windows are covered to protect from fleeting street visions.

Comments
Sign in or get an account to comment.