Collage 178

Lucy Zahner
from page 363-364 of original text
P-V translation, pp. 286-87
collage, acrylic paint
made 7/23/10

"But that can't be him, alone in the middle of the empty field," thought Rostov. Just then Alexander turned his head, and Rostov saw the beloved features so vividly imprinted on his memory. The sovereign was pale, his cheeks were hollow, his eyes sunken; but there was all the more loveliness and mildness in his features. ~ p. 287