“What was any art but an effort to make a sheath, a mold in which to imprison for a moment the shining, elusive element which is life itself,—life hurrying past us and running away, too strong to stop, too sweet to lose?” — Willa Cather, The Song of the Lark

What good are categories when they completely overlap?! This is a large postcard drawing / painting of Rilke from the cover of “Letters to a Young Poet.” It was photographed thru orange silk.