the mythical herder contemplates the rise of a steep climb while his baby pan watches for the lost flock...
I descend the winding stone steps and confront their trespass upon my modernist reverie...
[cozying up to greek gods in the Rue de Turenne neighbourhood, 3e Arr]
Monday, February 21, 2011
Monday, February 7, 2011
yellowbricksfloat
"My glass crushes a puddle of yellow beer against the marble table top, a bubble floating in it."*
[*from Nausea by Jean-Paul SARTRE, 1964]
...and below, the seine floats on wordlessly, ever reaching for the great big sea...
[merci, Peter, for reminding me the name of the artist of this "shadow man" pochoir - NEMO has been leaving his mark around Paris since the early 1980's and has long been established as an officially sanctioned street artist]
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