I Remember Resolve and Grace
I Insist On Being Present
Daylight Dilutes Dreams the Night Never Nocked
This Can't Be the Real World...
World Pledge
Cry Ashes For This World
What Ripens Decays Leaving a Curl of Art
Why Make Art? --Because it's not there--
Art is the spring poking thru the cushion
We Shove Art At Death...
NOW+HERE=YOU
Beauty without a sensory organ is just physics
The past is safe and the future beckons. It is the present that chafes.
The Pang of Beauty
All is tinsel and ashes
ARSVITA
