Monday, May 19, 2008

Blooming Buddha

paper collage, 4" x 6"

A good friend of mine remarked to me the other day something like this: "When we met each other almost ten years ago, you were hidden. You were not happy; you were scared to grow. You were not who you are today. You have blossomed. You are a flower now, a continuously blossoming flower."

1 comment:

  1. I sort of see you as a continuously-molting bird made of poker chips, flapping around inside a casino and raining winnings down on everyone who gambles on being your friend.