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Is it Season of Love or the Art of Withering?
The gyrate fades in between the summer and the fall.
The fragrance whispers the unspoken word.
If the spring can’t make it on time,
how to keep the color warm through the winter cold?
7" X 5", ink, charcoal, mix dry petals
2021.11
The fragrance whispers the unspoken word.
If the spring can’t make it on time,
how to keep the color warm through the winter cold?
7" X 5", ink, charcoal, mix dry petals
2021.11
Peek-A-Boo
Mr&Mrs gecko gets ambushed by the cat hides in the bush.
Across the mud and streams, all the ants marches right into spider’s dark net.
The geese line up and scream all the way to the south, fly charter to their winter home.
Little squirrel jumps on the fence from the pine tree, drops the nut, embarrassed and turn around, the fluffy tail rings my bell.
Behind the windowpane, the narrator peeks at the narrative.
If I step into the world I see, am I a creator or a creation?
7"6 x 7"6, acrylic, pine needles, mix seeds
2021.11
Across the mud and streams, all the ants marches right into spider’s dark net.
The geese line up and scream all the way to the south, fly charter to their winter home.
Little squirrel jumps on the fence from the pine tree, drops the nut, embarrassed and turn around, the fluffy tail rings my bell.
Behind the windowpane, the narrator peeks at the narrative.
If I step into the world I see, am I a creator or a creation?
7"6 x 7"6, acrylic, pine needles, mix seeds
2021.11
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