Yvonne Jeanette Karlsen paintings

Yvonne Jeanette Karlsen paintings
Avtandil paintings
He threw his arms up. We were on deck at the time, and the headman of my wood cutters, lounging near by, turned upon him his heavy and glittering eyes. I looked around, and I don’t know why, but I assure you that never, never before, did this land, this river, this jungle, the very arch of this blazing sky, appear to me so hopeless and so dark, so impenetrable to human thought, so pitiless to human weakness. ‘And, ever since, you have been with him, of course?’ I said.
“On the contrary. It appears their intercourse had been very much broken by various causes. He had, as he informed me proudly, managed to nurse Kurtz through two illnesses (he alluded to it as you would to some risky feat), but as a rule Kurtz wandered alone, far in the depths of the forest. ‘Very often coming to this station, I had to wait days and days before he would turn up,’ he said. ‘Ah, it was worth waiting for! - sometimes.’ ‘What was he doing? exploring or what?’ I asked. ‘Oh, yes, of course’, he had discovered lots of villages, a lake, too - he did not know exactly in what direction; it was dangerous to inquire too much - but mostly his expeditions had been for ivory. ‘But he