Digital Revolution in Oil
Images on screens, words through a keyboard.
We are aliens to the past in a new way:
Every person living now.
But a frosty morning has not changed,
grass in the fall is still graceful in death,
the wisdom words from dead lips just travel faster.
A child asked: What show is this?
“One can speak poetry just by arranging colors well, just as one can say comforting things in music.”—Vincent van Gogh, 1888
We are aliens to the past in a new way:
Every person living now.
But a frosty morning has not changed,
grass in the fall is still graceful in death,
the wisdom words from dead lips just travel faster.
A child asked: What show is this?
“One can speak poetry just by arranging colors well, just as one can say comforting things in music.”—Vincent van Gogh, 1888
