No brushwork, but a pallet knife pushing yellow, green, dark gray, titanium white, and persian blue.
Quote
The dead tongue withers and the dead heart rots, blind mouths crawl tunnels through the buried flesh, but the earth will endure for ever; hair grows like April on the buried breast and from the sockets of the brain the death flowers grow and will not perish.
— Thomas Wolfe
O flower of love whose strong lips drink us downward into death, in all things far and fleeting, enchantress of our twenty thousand days, the brain will madden and the heart be twisted, broken by her kiss, but glory, glory, glory, she remains: Immortal love, alone and aching in the wilderness, we cried to you: You were not absent from our loneliness.
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- 80 Beats/Discover Magazine
- Arts & Letters Daily
- Bitesize Bio
- DailyKos
- DCist
- dechronization
- evolgen
- Evolutionary Novelties
- EvolutionBlog
- Evolving Thoughts
- Frozen Tropics
- Genomicron
- Gurney Journey
- London Review of Books
- N+1
- New York Times: Science
- Not Exactly Rocket Science
- Panda’s Thumb
- Respectful Insolence
- Sandwalk
- Science Blogs Select
- Skepticblog
- The A.V. Club
- The Morning New
- The New York Review of Books
- The other 95%
- The Wild Side by Olivia Judson
- Undernews

Did you paint this as your wedding gift? It’s pretty amazing. How big is it?