المشرق

Soil once disturbed now routed,
whetted appetite stirs,
winds see dark flag flutter,
sun rises waiting till a voice comes calling

Author: Ward

I’m the creator and operator of this little corner of the internets, writing on all things related to art and more specifically my experiences trying to figure this whole thing out. I guess I’m trying to figure out life, too, but mostly I just post about art here.

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