...her thin body grooved to one side and the other as if she were a thread weaving through time and the day, and if you were having a good trip on good acid – not the brown stuff – you saw her weaving at the center of bright flashes as if the universe were snapping Kodak pictures... ('Up Jumps the Devil,' novel, Ecco /HarperCollins, www.mikepoorehome... )
previous pinner says: We make war with ourselves and that is reflected in our society. Finally the tide is turning. Art is flourishing in our world and war is being rejected by the people. This is the time to make peace within ourselves and express that through beautiful artwork.