Dusk

dusk

Light glows out of the growing dusk. Out of the gathering shadows, shapes sweep by. Movement, primal motif of art, strives to take shape through colour, discloses colour through shape.
Coming into being and passing away: each a challenge to self discovery.

dusk

Aphorism by Herbert Witzenmann

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