Silent Dusk– At the West End Gallery
We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time.
–T.S. Eliot, Little Gidding, V
One of those days. A bit somber. I have a lot of other things that need to be done and don’t feel like writing. I am at the part of the process for my upcoming show where it feels like I would rather put what I am feeling in paint rather than in words. At least for today. So let’s just leave it here with a few lines from T.S. Eliot and a reading by Tom O’Bedlam from the final section from his Little Gidding, the last of his Four Quartets.
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