#O92: Crimson Waters (Oil on Canvas, 16 x 20″). This is based on a walk I had on a farm in Cullinan, South Africa, now perhaps 10 years ago. I remember the afternoon well. Those dogs were great. All gone into the night sky now. The source photo is further down below.
I took several photos that afternoon, I only have printed copies now:
Sad to hear about Leonard Cohen’s passing away today. I never met him, but from what I read and heard, I built the impression of a man who showed that it was possible to be really cool, sophisticated and creative; yet humble, warm and generous at the same time.
Beauty He sprinkled ugliness with beauty he took a guitar he walked along a riverbank singing He lost his voice the delirious lady stole it who cut off her head amid the crimson waters and the poor man no longer has a voice with which to sing and the river rolls the tranquil head with its closed eyelids Singing Miltos Sahrouris, in Modern European Poetry
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