Night Traveling, Day Dreaming, while Mapping my Escapisms, Tracing Love
Fred Wilson, “Atlas,” 1995, painted ceramic/globe/pushpins/flags, 20 x 11 1/2".
more works by the artist can be seen here and here and here
I am very sleepy and must say goodnight, Moon even though you are currently posting new entries. It is intriguing how we can be so close & distant in the same moment. I hope you enjoy my comments as much as I have enjoyed spending the evening perusing your world. I have left footprints everywhere.your poet
Dear Princess,indeed the feeling of you being here, while i post, is some what strange: we re so close in a way, and so distant in the same time...one thing maybe the future will bring is the posibility to sense the other for real! to communicate in real time, as if being and sharing the same space.i'm happy you're back, i'm going to follow your footprints now - with outmost pleasure :)
Promises, promises :) How easily a Poet is tempted by a Moon.
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