There is a different world, underneath. The notes, the wind, suggest Unfurling
Angles, precise Bellows. Great white wings aloft Unfolding, Raise sonorously amidst Skyscrapers.
Like that? I ask. That’s good, she said. It can be black And white and crisp or soft and Tense-full. But, In every case Avenging.
Exhibition 1874 