Looking Inside
© Katherine McDaniel
When nothing seems to help, I go look at a stonecutter hammering away at his rock perhaps a hundred times without as much as a crack showing in it. Yet at the hundred and first blow it will split in two, and I know it was not that blow that did it, but all that had gone before.
Psyche Revived by Cupid’s Kiss by Antonio Canova
© Matt Chepeleff with CCLicense
Babaouo by Manuel Cussó-Ferrer
© Kamil Antosiewicz Monika Powalisz with CCLicense
What is a television apparatus to man, who has only to shut his eyes to see the most inaccessible regions of the seen and the never seen, who has only to imagine in order to pierce through walls and cause all the planetary Baghdads of his dreams to rise from the dust?
