The artist is a receptacle for emotions that come
from all over the place: from the sky, from the earth,
from a scrap of paper, from a passing shape, from a spider's web.
The artist is a receptacle for emotions that come
from all over the place: from the sky, from the earth,
from a scrap of paper, from a passing shape, from a spider's web.
The artist is a receptacle for emotions that come
from all over the place: from the sky, from the earth,
from a scrap of paper, from a passing shape, from a spider's web.
The artist is a receptacle for emotions that come
from all over the place: from the sky, from the earth,
from a scrap of paper, from a passing shape, from a spider's web.
The artist is a receptacle for emotions that come
from all over the place: from the sky, from the earth,
from a scrap of paper, from a passing shape, from a spider's web.
The artist is a receptacle for emotions that come
from all over the place: from the sky, from the earth,
from a scrap of paper, from a passing shape, from a spider's web.
The artist is a receptacle for emotions that come
from all over the place: from the sky, from the earth,
from a scrap of paper, from a passing shape, from a spider's web.
The artist is a receptacle for emotions that come
from all over the place: from the sky, from the earth,
from a scrap of paper, from a passing shape, from a spider's web.
The artist is a receptacle for emotions that come
from all over the place: from the sky, from the earth,
from a scrap of paper, from a passing shape, from a spider's web.
The artist is a receptacle for emotions that come
from all over the place: from the sky, from the earth,
from a scrap of paper, from a passing shape, from a spider's web.