Still Life with Oysters and Lemon
I’m reading the most poetic book about what it means to create, where that creation comes from, and what that creation looks like.
It’s about what it means for us to make and observe, make and observe. It’s not about oysters and lemons, but it is.
It’s about all parts of the human journey.
You know… no big deal.
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