The shape of ambition. Sometimes it is the silhouette of a woman, naked except for a bolt of sheer cloth draped over her head and falling all the way to the floor.
Below the silken undulations can be seen her silhouette, dancing. With an upward curling index finger it beckons me to the corner where shadow and light meet.
Other times it is the fat, dark crazy drawing of a bird that I once did but will probably never show anyone even though I have become an expert at imitating its call.
'Monte Cristo" by Wayne H. W Wolfson
His face, deep worn grooves clusters of lines, sentences. All the tragedy of his own making but when he picks up the horn we are thankful for his pain.
- Wayne H. W Wolfson 2011
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