Cézanne’s Lemons and the Geometry of Rotting Time
In the silence of painted stillness, where even air seems to contemplate, Paul Cézanne’s lemons sit not as fruit but
Continue readingIn the silence of painted stillness, where even air seems to contemplate, Paul Cézanne’s lemons sit not as fruit but
Continue readingThe sunflowers do not look at us. They bow, curl, tilt slightly toward an unseen wind. Their petals, once golden,
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