There were fish. Hundreds of fish. Thousands of fish. Little, silver fish who moved in sheets and big, craggy fish with deep-set eyes and gasping traps. All around them towered mountains, but they were underwater mountains, sharp and black and forbidding. "How can we breathe?" asked Meryl and when she met her gaze, Annie could see the the movements of the sea creatures in them, so that her sister's eyes became two, tiny oceans. LH (Merve Ozaslan)
We're all a little bit narcissistic, but where do you fall on the scale?
Entre muitas outras coisas, tu eras para mim uma janela através da qual podia ver as ruas. Sozinho não o podia fazer. Franz Kafka
Original art for sale at UGallery.com | Black and White Paris Metro by Rebecca Plotnick | photography | 36' h x 24' w
Facie Populi ™: Fred Lyon: San Francisco Post e Powell Street, Union Square, 1947