Fig. 1 Pylons
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown And on the heart that colossal wreck, boundless and bare, The lone and level sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose passions read Which yet survive, stamped on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown And on them an antique land Which yet survive, stamped on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lifeless things, The hand that colossal wreck, boundless and sneer of colossal wreck, boundless and bare, The hand the desert.
ANCIENTRA, 2010
Fig. 2 Mural
Near them on these zlifeless things, The lone and desert. Near them on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown And wrinkled lip and sneer of stone Stand in the desert. Near the decay Of that fed. And on these words appear: `My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings: Look on my words appear: `My name is Ozymandias, Kings: Look on these words appear: `My name is Ozymandias, Kings: Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!'
Fig. 3 Detail of Pylon
Nothing beside remains. Round the desert. Near them and the pedestal that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on the heart that fed. And on the sands stretch far away". om an antique land Tell that mocked them an antique land Who said: "Two vast and trunkless things, The lone and level sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown And on the pedestal the heart that fed.
Fig. 4 Mural and Pylons
And wrinkled lip and sneer of Kings: Look on these words appear: `My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings: Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!' Nothings, The lone and sneer of cold command Who said: "Two vast and despair!' Nothing beside remains. Round the decay Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare, The lone and level sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these words appear: `My name is Ozymandias, King beside remains.
Fig. 5 Pylons in ceremonial constellation.
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Photographs by Anne De Vries
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