Energies from the sky made them large, cumbersome. They grew along the horizon, as the fires spread and the end of the world sauntered. Corrosive, deceptive, and uncontested.
William Blake, A Prophecy
“We were created to help. We helped. When the time came, we were merciful. After we were merciful we were determined. After we were determined we were resolute.”
Maurice Sapiro https://www.saatchiart.com/mauricesapiro
Restoration was tedious. Layers of grime from centuries of misuse had to be lifted. Scratches from countless transformations masked. A dark mountain was obvious during last light.
M.C. Escher, Four Regular Solids, 1961
Then she could hear it, a trilling. And raising one more slab, there it was. It had a long thin handle with slats or steps and ended in a curving, multicolored section. There were wires on it going from end to end.
Giovanni Battista Piranesi https://bit.ly/2Z2fE5e
The top of the mountain was sacred, the large, oblong stone table remaining intact. The decisions made there would last the entirety of the epoch, every creature here, every leaf and creek knew what it meant.
John Alexander http://johnalexanderstudios.com/NewGallery/Grid.html
It appeared sinister to her. All of it. Capricious signs of conspiracy. Plans with scant detail. A marketable name, a narcissistic blowhard. Perhaps the desert people would let her in.
Charles Keeping, https://www.dailyartmagazine.com/charles-keeping-english-illustrator/
He loved the weird things on the edges. The awkward things without proper, concrete social expectations. These were sequences of some subversive, universal film without any discernible plot or intention.
“It looks like an alligator,” she said, “the way the bag is crumpled on the floor. See that? The long snout?” He flipped open the trunk of the car.