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"We die containing a richness of lovers & tribes, tastes we have swallowed, bodies we have plunged into & swum up as if rivers of wisdom, characters we have climbed into as if trees, fears we have hidden in as if caves. I wish for all this to be marked on by body when I am dead. I believe in such cartography - to be marked by nature, not just to label ourselves on a map like the names of rich men & women on buildings. We are communal histories, communal books. We are not owned or monogamous in our taste or experience." Michael Ondaatje, The English Patient Sojourning in New Mexico, I became consumed with the song of the desert, & the way the heat has of pulling your heart into its fiery depths against the diamond dusklight of the setting sun. Long stretches of boundarilessness revealing all. The lone call of a howling wolf, strange bird shadows floating across the pale tan roads. Days of quiet reverie, & nights of dreaming - watching the sun blaze & then fall in every imaginable color - apricot honey dripping down a violet sky. Wrapped in a shawl, gazing out into its beautiful oblivion. Solitude, but not. A lover's murmur calling from somewhere, closer to home. This listing is a for one 4x6 matted gallery print. Mini gallery art prints are created on Kodak Professional Endura photographic paper, & matted in an 5x7 archival mat. Backing board is stamped, dated & titled on the back. Please allow one to two weeks for delivery. . The Heart Is An Organ Of Fire - 4x6 Matted Mini Art Print
