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long day’s journey. into night

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long day’s journey. into night // a study in Portrait / part of ‘The Originals. Artwork Collection // JF Naccarato, 2016, Montreal

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∝ the fog was where I wanted to be. Halfway down the path you can’t see this house. You’d never know it was here. Or any of the other places down the avenue. I couldn’t see but a few feet ahead. I didn’t meet a soul

everything looked and sounded unreal. Nothing was what it is. That’s what I wanted—to be alone with myself in another world where truth is untrue and life can hide from itself. Out beyond the harbor, where the road runs along the beach, I even lost the feeling of being on land

the fog and the sea seemed part of each other. It was like walking on the bottom of the sea. As if I had drowned long ago. As if I was the ghost belonging to the fog, and the fog was the ghost of the sea. It felt damned peaceful to be nothing more than a ghost within a ghost


Eugene O’Neill

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∝ each piece measures 4″ x 4″ x .75″ (10cm x 10cm x 2cm).

∝ original images are printed on premium, high quality card stock, with a matte finish, and mounted on a hand painted (by artist), Canadian birch wood, panel.

∝ signed & numbered by artist on the back and comes with certificate of authenticity.

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long day’s journey. into night // a study in Portrait / part of ‘The Originals. Artwork Collection // JF Naccarato, 2016, Montreal

⨦⨦⨦

∝ the fog was where I wanted to be. Halfway down the path you can’t see this house. You’d never know it was here. Or any of the other places down the avenue. I couldn’t see but a few feet ahead. I didn’t meet a soul

everything looked and sounded unreal. Nothing was what it is. That’s what I wanted—to be alone with myself in another world where truth is untrue and life can hide from itself. Out beyond the harbor, where the road runs along the beach, I even lost the feeling of being on land

the fog and the sea seemed part of each other. It was like walking on the bottom of the sea. As if I had drowned long ago. As if I was the ghost belonging to the fog, and the fog was the ghost of the sea. It felt damned peaceful to be nothing more than a ghost within a ghost


Eugene O’Neill

♱♱♱

 

Additional information

Weight 1 lbs
Dimensions 4 × 4 × .75 in