Poetic Memory
Stains of pinks, red, yellow and blues soak into 48 × 36” raw canvas.
“The brain appears to possess a special area which we might call poetic memory and which records everything that charms or touches us, that makes our lives beautiful ... Love begins with a metaphor. Which is to say, love begins at the point when a woman enters her first word into our poetic memory.”
― Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being
If you’d like to stretch this onsite and save money on shipping please send over an email for a quote.
Stains of pinks, red, yellow and blues soak into 48 × 36” raw canvas.
“The brain appears to possess a special area which we might call poetic memory and which records everything that charms or touches us, that makes our lives beautiful ... Love begins with a metaphor. Which is to say, love begins at the point when a woman enters her first word into our poetic memory.”
― Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being
If you’d like to stretch this onsite and save money on shipping please send over an email for a quote.
Stains of pinks, red, yellow and blues soak into 48 × 36” raw canvas.
“The brain appears to possess a special area which we might call poetic memory and which records everything that charms or touches us, that makes our lives beautiful ... Love begins with a metaphor. Which is to say, love begins at the point when a woman enters her first word into our poetic memory.”
― Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being
If you’d like to stretch this onsite and save money on shipping please send over an email for a quote.
