Picabia, Declaration d’amour

Isabel Ballan
Mar 16, 2023
1 min read

Poised between fear and contentment a dark blindfolded joy is ensnared, pierced by needles of revolving light. Night crackles with silent attention. There is nowhere to stand but upon each other’s upturned mouth: o the purple of the abyss. Will you

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