"_ colors always speak in a way that makes you feel as if you were born
on another galaxy. . . it's all about a hidden part of yourself . . . one day
you are blue , or you are green ? You didn't even know about it ."
Tzimo's moon
" . . . Tzimo Crow came back late in the night _ he left his horse outside the
camp to graze by itself _ he wasn't scared to loose his horse . Oriole Bird
was sound asleep. There was so little he wanted to tell him. I found a new color ,
Tzimo whispered to Oriole Bird . It's called Indigo blue. When my mare will give birth
to her new colt , I call him Indigo. Tzimo walked to his tipee , he said goodnight to
the moon watching him safe , tired Tzimo , he heard the moon say . . .
Indigo Moon . Tzimo lay down on his bear fur , he closed his eyes. Indigo dream ,
that's what I'll dream tonight. And he fell asleep until the sun came up. . . "
_ words (c) 2010 blt
_ story " Tzimo's moon " (c) 2010 bijou le tord
Painting: ANDY WARHOL Mao: one plate (F. & S. II.90) screenprint in colors, 1972, on Beckett High White, signed in ball-point pen on the reverse, stamp-numbered 42/250 (there were also 50 artist's proofs), co-published by Castelli Graphics and Multiples Inc., New York, with the artist's copyright stamp on the reverse, the full sheet, light-, mat, and time staining, minor surface soiling, scuffing, and a few handling creases in places at the sheet edges (with very minor paper loss), otherwise in good condition, framedS. 36 x 36 in. (914 x 914 mm.) Christie's, NYC.
