And the spirit of darkness spread a shroud over me…everything was silent-everything. But up in the heights soughed the ever lasting song, the voice of the air, the distant, toneless humming which is never silent.

Knut Hamsun.

By sunless2014

I am an painter/curator based in London, my work is influenced by the Cubism and Mannerism.

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