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Wherefore Doth Thee Grieve?

"I feed me in sorrow and laugh in all my pain, / Likewise displeased me both death and life" 
---Sir Thomas Wyatt’s translation of Petrarch’s Rime Sparse 134
Title: I Find No Peace
Size: 30 X 44 inches
Medium: Charcoal, pastel.
Wherefore Doth Thee Grieve?
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Wherefore Doth Thee Grieve?

The human body, torso, and four limbs intertwine with each other. They twisted, entangled, and tortured.They struggle, stretch, and they stumble. Read More

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