Copyright 2017 Hirschten
Oil on Canvas 18" x 24"
"For the crimson flower of our life is eaten by the cankerworm of truth,
And no hand can gather up the fallen withered petals of the rose of youth.
Yet I am not sorry that I loved you -ah! what else had I a boy to do? -
For the hungry teeth of time devour, and the silent-footed years pursue."
-Oscar Wilde, From "Flowers of Love"