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The
Ears of Sundry Gods: Donna Pardue |
Have you ever experience a chill or butterflies in your stomach while experiencing a work of art, whether visual art, music or poetry? Perhaps it is because the artist, during the creation of the work, has tapped into some universal intuition, a mysterious knowing. It's something that the viewer recognizes. In that moment, time is nonexistent. Where time does not exist, neither does worry about the past, our regrets or projection of the future, our desires. |
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Title: Mnemosyne's Compost Pile (Mnemosyne was the goddess of memory and mother of the 9 muses.) |
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Copyright Donna Pardue 2005 |