Jackson Pollock-The She-Wolf. 1943 |
gökyüzü bile bu kıyıma sessiz kalamıyor dışarda bardaktan boşanırcasına bir yağmur var vs vs...
Language is a skin: I rub my language against the other. It is as if I had words instead of fingers, or fingers at the tip of my words. My language trembles with desire... Roland Barthes
Jackson Pollock-The She-Wolf. 1943 |