When he first arrives on this magic mountain he doesn't think about love. His goal is to guard the four winds at this height of 8000 ft. He is one of the four guardians assigned to earth from another realm, which earthlings call planet. How little do the earthlings know the difference between a physical … Continue reading simply six minutes—the magic briefcase adventure: colors, details, irony
“Painting is the silence of thought and the music of sight.”― Orhan Pamuk, My name is Red. To the man from a distant planet, a higher realm than earth, snow falling is like painting. A gigantic hand is brushing over the land and everything else in the Snowland with white paint. Not surprising. Because the invisible hand … Continue reading simply six minutes —the magic briefcase adventure: silent painting
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Heritage means something that is handed down from the past: as a tradition, a national heritage of honor, pride, and courage; something that comes or belongs to one by reason of birth; ; something reserved for one: the heritage of the righteous; something that has been or may be inherited by legal descent or succession. … Continue reading whose heritage?
Nature cries out loud Sea sky land and rock paint now Don't wait for winter ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~This November's sea and sky stay clear and seemingly calm. But he knows they will not be able to hold longer for the bleak changes that shall come perhaps even overnight when he turns away to another shore. Being a … Continue reading Don’t wait for winter: a haiku
This artist won't stop to lavish color splashes brilliant flaming top ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The true work of art is but a shadow of the divine perfection. Michelangelo This world is but a canvas to our imagination. Henry David Thoreau Color is my day-long obsession, joy and torment. Claude Monet
Dearest love, he began, seeing her at other land, write to me, she said. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~When he travels he likes to write down what he sees, hears and thinks. A picture in his selective perceptive mind often helps him to recall the moment of encounter with colors, sounds, and lives that co-exist: a pleasant surprise, a happy … Continue reading Dearest love, he began: a haiku (and a prose)
(traveler's view through a car window) missing a rabbit he saw this one following she said it's a pig ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “There is so little to remember of anyone - an anecdote, a conversation at a table. But every memory is turned over and over again, every word, however chance, written in the heart in the … Continue reading Memory can make a thing seem: a haiku
original art no touch up is required value beyond price
posterized flowers captured before he wavers more than mere hello
No dog's dream too small or unimportant mundane for master who cares
Where did you come from? Such a bundle of pure joy Welcome wee rabbit
Solitary guarding lonely at times but worthy honored profession
Travelers' Christmas, meal, warmth, rest, friends, smiles, kind words, caring sanctuary.
not my intention sliding my solitary way slow track in motion