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They call it still life. All as still as death. Perhaps the painter's hand was also stilled in contemplation, rapt, fulfilled. Glum fish, lolling pheasants, bread and cheese, garlic, cherries, apples, oranges, lemons, but it's the light that pleases. Ravelling, revealing vision, casting shadows, changing shapes, glinting glasses, devilling detail, the time warp of the stopped clock.
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Apr 30, 2018
Apr 30, 2018 at 11:10 AM UTC
Time Warp
They call it still life. All as still as death. Perhaps the painter's hand was also stilled in contemplation, rapt, fulfilled. Glum fish, lolling pheasants, bread and cheese, garlic, cherries, apples, oranges, lemons, but it's the light that pleases. Ravelling, revealing vision, casting shadows, changing shapes, glinting glasses, devilling detail, the time warp of the stopped clock.
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Apr 30, 2018
Apr 30, 2018 at 11:10 AM UTC
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