Pino Early Morning

Pino Early MorningJean-Leon Gerome Pygmalion and GalateaVincent van Gogh Irises
they were walking along a wide corridor hung with tapestries. Death reached into his robe and pulled out an hourglass, peering closely at it in the dim light.
It was a particularly fine one, its glass cut into intricate facets and imprisoned in an ornate framework of wood and brass. of something else. A few courtiers glanced in their direction, their eyes instantly unfocusing as common sense overruled the other five.
WE'VE GOT A FEW MINUTES, said Death, taking a drink from a passing tray, LET'S MINGLE.
'They can't see me either!' said Mort. 'But I'm real!'The words 'King Olerve the Bastard' were engraved deeply into it.The sand inside sparkled oddly. There wasn't a lot left.Death hummed to himself and stowed the glass away in whatever mysterious recess it had occupied.They turned a corner and hit a wall of sound. There was a hall full of people there, under a cloud of smoke and chatter that rose all the way up into the banner-haunted shadows in the roof. Up in a gallery a trio of minstrels were doing their best to be heard and not succeeding.The appearance of Death didn't cause much of a stir. A footman by the door turned to him, opened his mouth and then frowned in a distracted way and thought