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Hexagram Sixty/Line Four

Time Abides


Oil on Canvas

66 x 45 x 2 cm

This land is wrought with fear and woe, yet onward still I surely go.
Gas lamps in the east, and open fury falter. Gifts of wise within the vale, cast off thy broken shoulder.

Symptoms of a distant time, revealed as ghosts and subtle signs.

The way of change is found in song, and sings no word of things to come.