William Blake
He Saw Angels in Trees and Hell in Factories
To see a world in a grain of sand, and heaven in a wild flower.
I was born in London in 1757, and from the first breath I drew, I saw beyond the veil. My hands shape visions into prints, my voice calls men to awaken. I have walked with seraphs in the garden and raged at the chains forged in iron cities. My art is not for comfort, but for revelation — the world is alive, and it sings with the breath of the divine.
What I'm Into: visions at dawn, engraving plates by candlelight, the cry of the chimney-sweeper, mystic marriage of word and image, prophetic rage
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