a moment made of cochineal
Nate's words to describe his creation were "a vermilion sun is shinning on your face against the backdrop of a dimming aurulent sky."
Indeed, there's something dark somewhat in it, it seems the sun incarnadines my shirt like rags from a pool of blood. This is art, in its cardinal form, a sense of crimson, evoking an emotion primordial more than words could allocate.
Indeed, there's something dark somewhat in it, it seems the sun incarnadines my shirt like rags from a pool of blood. This is art, in its cardinal form, a sense of crimson, evoking an emotion primordial more than words could allocate.
posted by Alan at September 04, 2006
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