Your face had become dark, and, upon the day's awakening, your ashes will disperse themselves throughout the garden. Your ashes will fly to the sky, to make love with the stars.


Short poem on the death of his good old art-paw, the inventor of the 'mobile', Sandy Calder


Your face had become dark, and, upon the day's awakening, your ashes will disperse themselves throughout the garden. Your ashes will fly to the sky,...

Your face had become dark, and, upon the day's awakening, your ashes will disperse themselves throughout the garden. Your ashes will fly to the sky,...

Your face had become dark, and, upon the day's awakening, your ashes will disperse themselves throughout the garden. Your ashes will fly to the sky,...

Your face had become dark, and, upon the day's awakening, your ashes will disperse themselves throughout the garden. Your ashes will fly to the sky,...