Serigraph
Title

hope

Year

1965

Archive ID

65-21

Medium

Serigraph

Width

35"

Height

14.5"


Transcribed Text

Save one=love one and alphabetics stand outside stains everything begins again with a cool two fingers over two eyes opening the third to what eternally happens. The third stands with me and confuses my immediate vision turns my shoulder Into a hill and pours he like salt into my own wounds. This third eyes does not read, recognizes no atoms, confers with the second and the first. But my eyes clear again too soon to burn. Sam Eisenstein The secret is to risk disaster, hope for triumph and describe the forms of the incarnation. Ned O'Gorman


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