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.
Painter/Curator
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.