I have known the fruits of strikes. The bitter and the sweet. Hunger and music. Merle Travis
I have known the fruits of strikes. The bitter and the sweet. Hunger and music.
Everything vanishes around me, and works are born as if out of the void. Ripe, graphic fruits fall off. My hand has become the obedient instrument of a remote will. Paul Klee
Everything vanishes around me, and works are born as if out of the void. Ripe, graphic fruits fall off. My hand has become the obedient instrument of a remote will.
