the work of a stroll part II
lillies…
When we set out I did not believe that Jesus Christ is the Son of God and when we reached the zoo I did. I had not exactly spent the journey in thought. Nor in great emotion. It was more like when a man, after a long sleep, becomes aware that he is now awake.
Above is one of my recent etchings, pondering the Honey Eater.
Tag: central park