
Pine Trees (Shorin-zu byobu)
A few pines loom and dissolve on two screens where the bare paper does the work of mist. Japan's finest ink painting, by most accounts.

A few pines loom and dissolve on two screens where the bare paper does the work of mist. Japan's finest ink painting, by most accounts.

A real Roman boy dressed up as the wine god, heavy-lidded and slightly flushed, holding out a glass while the fruit beside him bruises.

She reads his palm and takes the ring off his finger while she does it, and he is too busy looking at her to notice.
Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind; The thief doth fear each bush an officer.
Let me embrace the sour adversaries, For wise men say it is the wisest course.
Though Fortune’s malice overthrow my state, My mind exceeds the compass of her wheel.