sarolling

Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of my tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta.

She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. She was Lola in slacks. She was Dolly at school. She was Dolores on the dotted line. But in my arms she was always Lolita

Vladimir Nabokov (Lolita)
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Thomas Brummett - The Infinities (of Earth and Heaven)

Artist’s statement:

I combined disparate elements such as mold grown in my studio, stars downloaded from robot cameras in space, snowflakes captured on a winter’s night, to magnolia trees blooming in spring. At the heart of these images are unique camera-less Light Projections which I devised for this project. This series is about my ideas of Infinity.”

If the doors of perception were cleansed every thing would appear to man as it is, Infinite. For man has closed himself up, till he sees all things through narrow chinks of his cavern.
—William Blake