OUTSIDE IN Leach and I leave the gallery. Dusk still hums. Texas spring dusks are Arctic. Instead of […]
Perry Kulper
My loafers had begun disintegrating. I sat with my back to the Kimbell Art Museum. Decaying spring dusk […]
OUTSIDE IN Leach and I leave the gallery. Dusk still hums. Texas spring dusks are Arctic. Instead of […]
My loafers had begun disintegrating. I sat with my back to the Kimbell Art Museum. Decaying spring dusk […]
