My own beauty reflected The lake was silent for some time. Finally, it said: "I weep for Narcissus, but I never noticed that Narcissus was beautiful. I weep because, each time he knelt beside my banks, I could see, in the depths of his eyes, my own beauty reflected." Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist Narcissus and Goldmund beautyego
The light that hits the glass A Quote by Larry Bell www.getty.edu My media isn’t glass, it’s the light that hits that glass. The Finish Fetish Artists lightmaterial