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I Stood Where My Dreams Could Not Divide Me
Read more: I Stood Where My Dreams Could Not Divide MePoetic Reflection: One wing gathers reason, the other, firelight and fog. They turn away, yet never break two directions held by one heartbeat. Inside me, a sky with no storm, a ground that does not give way. I let the wild dreams pass, I let the real ones weigh. But neither pulled me apart they…
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⁉️ Just One More Thing… About That Sculpture
Read more: ⁉️ Just One More Thing… About That SculptureOn Modern Art, Perception, and the Stories We Tell Ourselves Home There’s a moment in an old Columbo episode: Season 4, Episode 5, that’s both hilarious and strangely profound. The detective, ever unassuming in his wrinkled coat and wandering mind, finds himself in an art gallery. He walks past abstract sculptures, expressionist canvases, and confidently…
