‘I see a world of ghosts and bones- all clamours done, in dumb success. The raving hag no more now moans, conspiracy rants in rebel dress. I feel the frantic pulse gone slow, though murmurs deep in wheeling stream; dark to empty- again to glow in wordless fire
the art? is what (and by who)?
It's a photo of my own bloated forehead and eyes lol (back when I was dallying at being weird arty photographer)