"A pale self-portrait looked out of the mirror with the serious eyes of all self-portraits."
-- Vladimir Nabokov[pen, col-erase pencil on paper, PS filters]
She sings of a sword so white,
so luminous, that its own light
alone must slay;
she sings of a sword, a sword, a sword,
and I creep away.
-- Hilda Doolittle[pen on paper, PS filter]
"Home again, I can groan, scratch, and talk to myself."
-- Mason Cooley[pen on wrinkled paper, PS filter]
"And while the lamp holds out to burn, The vilest sinner may return."
-- Isaac Watts[photo collage, PS filters]