Quote for Today: John O’Donohue
The world rests in the night. Trees, mountains, fields, and faces are released from the prison of shape and the burden of exposure. Each thing creeps back into its own …
The world rests in the night. Trees, mountains, fields, and faces are released from the prison of shape and the burden of exposure. Each thing creeps back into its own …
Art is a fruit that grows in man, like a fruit on a plant, or a child in its mother’s womb. —Jean Arp
