The exercise:
Today's starter is: shadow figures.
Mine:
The candle light draws a wavering cartoon figure on the walls, larger than life. His nose is too small for his head, his hair is unkempt and one arm is pointing straight up, a single finger extending upwards.
He will never be drawn exactly this way again, this version will pass from existence with a single breath. I try to memorize his shape, his bearing, knowing that I will be the first, last, and only witness to his life.
I give him a silent salute and gently usher him off the walls and into the uncertain history of memory.
1 comment:
a Buddha, perhaps?
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