Japanese Vignettes

Somewhere I have never traveled, around the world and twice unraveled.  Snippets of time, seemingly unrelated to the course of the daily push and pull around with each other to vie for the juxtaposition of relevance and meaning, a snapshot of something felt, not understood.  But for the indelible stamp of experience, the chop marks remain empty, like the eye of a Japanese Daruma, for the dream is still in progress.

 

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Fate of the Unknown Carp

watercolor, graphite

12½ x 16 (31.7 x 40.6)

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