Fool
Fool, Tim Lowly © 1986, etching on paper
Fool sits by the road. Sometimes in the road. It doesn’t seem to matter. The village children call him Fool to his face. He looks up, squinting. “Hey Fool,” the kids yell, “is that the sun or the moon?” He shrugs and writes in the dirt. They persist, “Well, which is it?” Half-smiling, he replies, “I don’t really know… I don’t live here.” They laugh every time. Of course he lives here! Fool laughs also. He waits to go home.
From The End - A series of six etchings with texts. Made in 1985 upon return to the United States after a year in South Korea and six weeks traveling in Europe.
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Fool
Fool, Tim Lowly © 1986, etching on paper
Fool sits by the road. Sometimes in the road. It doesn’t seem to matter. The village children call him Fool to his face. He looks up, squinting. “Hey Fool,” the kids yell, “is that the sun or the moon?” He shrugs and writes in the dirt. They persist, “Well, which is it?” Half-smiling, he replies, “I don’t really know… I don’t live here.” They laugh every time. Of course he lives here! Fool laughs also. He waits to go home.
From The End - A series of six etchings with texts. Made in 1985 upon return to the United States after a year in South Korea and six weeks traveling in Europe.
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