what would the story have to tell me? Could I listen? Color is sound so which creation story is being painted. Or, perhaps, all I need is a cup of tea, piece of shortbread & the preferred pen with black ink.
I read about Ai, the god of ubiquitous sadness. I am drawn to masks, their attempt to hide, and yet what they reveal, their earnestness in ceremonies. Drawn to the primitive symbols, yet living in an era of sophistication, what do we hide? What do we reveal? The mystery of what is hidden seems to seduce, and tantalize, and ask us to go away. and come in at the same time.
I read about Ai, the god of ubiquitous sadness. I am drawn to masks, their attempt to hide, and yet what they reveal, their earnestness in ceremonies. Drawn to the primitive symbols, yet living in an era of sophistication, what do we hide? What do we reveal? The mystery of what is hidden seems to seduce, and tantalize, and ask us to go away. and come in at the same time.
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