The Frame Sculptor

The Frame Sculptor The opening is like an out of bodyBergman on his own self analysis couch.He’s a cunning light thief, this man;all calculated optics and Rembrandt line. The way he renders distilled theatrefox like—coaxing the eyeball withsteel retina and well tempered Leica.An unflinching countenance setagainst an expanse of stark dimension,right down to the nittyContinue reading “The Frame Sculptor”

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