Wednesday, May 30, 2012

Hello Darkness my old friend ...


Hello Darkness my old friend,
I’ve come to talk with you again,
Because a vision softly creeping,
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain,
Still remains, within the sounds of silence.
—Simon and Garfunkel

Iterations

I told my grandson Charlie what my teacher told me 60 years ago... that a work of art is finished when none of the original idea remains. So...