Brian Fisher Print, Paint and Sculpture Blog

The Labyrinth Zeus, Zeus himself could not undo these nets Of stone encircling me.  My mind forgets The persons I have been along the way, The hated way of monotonous walls, Which is my fate.  The galleries seem straight But curve furtively, forming secret circles At the terminus of years;  and the parapets Have been worn smooth by the passage of days, Here, in the tepid alabaster dust, Are tracks that frighten me.  The hollow air Of evening sometimes brings a bellowing, Or the echo, desolate, of bellowing. I know that hidden in the shadows there Lurks another, whose task is to exhaust The loneliness that braids and weaves this hell, To crave my blood, and to fatten on my death. We seek each other.  Oh, if only this Were the last day of our antithesis! Jorge Luis Borges, translated by John Updike My Monoprint The Labyrinth is 30 x 22.5 in.  I have done four Monoprint variations around this theme and image.  I used this imag...