Beth Hill

No Shit Sherlock

No man is an Island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the Continent, a part of the main; if a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as well as if a manor of thy friends or of thine own were; any man’s death diminishes me, because I am involved in Mankind; & therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; It tolls for thee.

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  • Categories: 2012 Artist Profiles
  • Country: New Zealand
  • Medium: Etching

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