(Shelter Stone/Stone Shelter, wax on stone)
A little further along with exams now, and the weather's still bright, somewhat stifling and generally rather glorious. Still trying to comprehend the impending closure of 'being in India', or more specifically, 'at MUWCI'. Here's a poem while I attempt to cram in as much as I can, both knowledge and experience-wise.
Art and Facts // Autumn Giles
My dearest museum, I burnt the last painting today, just like you told me. I wanted a holiday— a day just for me. I whisked the frames around my waist like hula-hoops and then caught them on fire. It didn’t hurt because I thought about you. Now that I am completely unemployable, we can be together. You can keep me; I’ll sit still. Find me in the flames. I would look great in the foyer.
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