Lines depict motion
In drawings of wind
Though when the wind blows
We don’t see a thing
Except what it tosses
What holds on for dear life
An invisible chaos
That cuts like a knife
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
Lines depict motion
In drawings of wind
Though when the wind blows
We don’t see a thing
Except what it tosses
What holds on for dear life
An invisible chaos
That cuts like a knife