Current Paintings, Musings, Obsessions
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
Leaves of Hypnos
These dark days of gloom, that breeds despair.
I bought nine antique, handmade, scissors from a man in India.
A quiet manufacturer of things cut in half.
"Hypnos seized the winter and dressed it
In granite. The winter turned into sleep
And Hypnos became fire. What followed
Belongs to men."