Seek Giacometti’s “The Palace at 4 a.m.” Go back two hours. See towers and curtain walls of matchsticks, marble, marbles, light, cloud at stasis. Walk in. The beggar queen is dreaming on her throne of words… You have arrived at the web home of Marly Youmans, maker of novels, poems, and stories, as well as the occasional fantasy. D. G. Myers: "A writer who has more resolutely stood her ground against the tide of literary fashion would be difficult to name."
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Sunday, March 24, 2013
Glass for Palm Sunday
9 comments:
Alas, I must once again remind large numbers of Chinese salesmen and other worldwide peddlers that if they fall into the Gulf of Spam, they will be eaten by roaming Balrogs. The rest of you, lovers of grace, poetry, and horses (nod to Yeats--you do not have to be fond of horses), feel free to leave fascinating missives and curious arguments.
Magically beautiful!
ReplyDeleteThey are rather kaleidoscopic, in that peering into them never seems the same twice--always a different magic.
ReplyDeleteoh, yes...magical
ReplyDeleteA positively garden splendor, zephyr! The riot of color...
ReplyDeleteReally beautiful! Thanks for the introduction.
ReplyDeleteThey are gorgeous! Thank you so much for bringing his work to our attention.
ReplyDeleteHi marja-leena,
ReplyDeleteGlad you liked! And I have some other pictures that feel kindred to your own art that I will put up some time soon.
Laura,
You could pop into his studio when you go west! And he seems to have a lot of pieces at Blue Spiral. I'll bet he might have a few pieces in the Triangle.
Hypnotic! And Rebecca seems to have fallen into the spell.
ReplyDeleteThey are indeed alluring and a pleasure to stare at for a long time...
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