Nearly Caught

Why is it that the beautiful things die when caught? We almost catch a butterfly and think "what a shame! I almost had it!", when it would have died in our hands.

The deer and maidens were nearly caught in this picture. But as much as we as people like to own beauty, I think there is something to be said for the elusiveness of the beautiful. It adds mystery, mystique, and worth to that which we deem pretty.

Aesthetics does not only lie in what one sees, but also in what one imagines.

A word of gratitude here to all of you who have seen my site or bought my work! Thank you for your support throughout the evolution of my art. I am honored by your attentions. <3 to you all!

Moonlit (not Sumi-e)

When you're a slave

It doesn't much matter

If your master is present 

Or not.

You feel the pulls of his commands

Whether he is all there

Or not.

When he is in control

It doesn't much matter

If you agree

Or not.

The tides will pull and push

Like they always do

New moon

Or not.

Today, I ask, what are you slave to? What pulls you in ways that you wish you could resist? What makes you wish for freedom?

Today, I ask, will you conquer it?