SING TO THE WALL A REQUIEM, a wall, dividing you and me – dividing us since I remember. Once I assumed that you were I, until it proved that suspicion looked secretly through mirrors loopholes, striking me as a game one grows tired of. / Sing to the walls, invisible, raised between mankind, dividing him since ancient time. Sing to the hoisted flags, hidden arms, ready – waiting for the dark hour. / Cornered by terror… (Complete poem on Blog).

Mod. paste, Acrylic, air brush on canvas / 81.2 x 91.4 cm / 1969