"When the flush of a new-born sun fell first on Eden's green and gold,
Our father Adam sat under the Tree and scratched with a stick in the mould;
And the first rude sketch that the world had seen was joy to his mighty heart,
Till the Devil whispered behind the leaves, "It's pretty, but is it Art?"
from Rudyard Kipling's The Conundrum of the Workshops
|Cat Makeup - 35KB||It's Not Nice to Fool Mother Nature - 62KB||The Colors, Man - 30KB||King of the Mountain - 87KB|
|The Gently Exploding Psychedelic Egg - 44KB|
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