“Tyger Tyger, burning bright, in the forests of the night; what immortal hand or eye, could frame thy fearful symmetry?”
William Blake · Songs of Experience
What flaw in your latest piece might actually be the most alive part of it?
“Tyger Tyger, burning bright, in the forests of the night; what immortal hand or eye, could frame thy fearful symmetry?”
What flaw in your latest piece might actually be the most alive part of it?
