The body is a formal constraint. It has this one life with which to make eternity.
Form, the form of art, is an effigy of ourselves.
Elizabeth Willis, “Steady Digression to a Fixed Point”
The body is a formal constraint. It has this one life with which to make eternity.
Form, the form of art, is an effigy of ourselves.
Elizabeth Willis, “Steady Digression to a Fixed Point”