VAN GOGH LETTER WRITTEN TO HIS BROTHER.
“YESTERDAY I DREW A VERY LARGE, RATHER RARE NIGHT MOTH THERE WHICH IS CALLED THE DEATHS HAND. ITS COLORATION ASTONISHINGLY DISTINGUISHED: BLACK, GREY, WHITE, SHADED, AND WITH GLINTS OF CARMINE OR VAGUELY TENDING TOWARDS OLIVE GREEN; ITS VERY BIG. TO PAINT IT I WOULD HAVE TO KILL IT. AND THAT WOULD BE A SHAME SINCE THE ANIMAL WAS SO BEAUTIFUL.”
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THIS IS NOT A QUESTION OF DESIRE, MATING RITUAL, OR DECISION. inspired by AN ENTOMOLOGISTS LIGHT SHEET and THE DORSAL LIGHT RESPONSE PRESENT IN FLYING INSECTS,
The tortoise, lured by the idea of heaven, loses sight of the earth; GROWING BOTH EMOTIONALLY AND PHYSICALLY DISTANT FROM IT.
IN THE END, THE TORTOISE REACHES HEAVENS GATES AND THE CROWS PROMISE is FULFILLED.
IN THE END, THE TORTOISE REACHES HEAVENS GATES AND THE CROWS PROMISE is FULFILLED.