A fallen flower

                                                                Returning to the branch?

                                                                 … … … It was a butterfly

                                                                    - Haiku by Moritake

Preoccupied with termite holes & `rolls’ of paper, dried beans & bark of trees,

diagonally falling rain drops - making intersecting whorls, trying to catch-hold a ray of light,

peeping through the shut window - a ray of light - the shadow of himself - a large butterfly,

fins or a curtain like jellyfish  !?

Deceptive ! A world of a fleeting moment - you see water bubble reflecting

your world of imagination and - here you see it’s gone.

Paper folds, ripples in the pond, the texture of the drowned stone,

are shadowed with wings of time. The light dot matrix - is it peeping through

or is there a source outside - elsewhere.

That  ‘halo’ like brilliance seems to penetrate the wonder in “ Seeing”-

looking oneself in the act.

Organic & mechanical pipe like - grid like forms - dot matrixes  &

a bunch of directional arrows.

There is a situation - a happening - dramatic - illstionistic - revealing - and yet mystic.

The physical - tactile textured surface of the canvas seems to create

a living, pulsating, breathing moment, and weathering gracefully in time.

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Oil on Canvas

48" X 36"

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48" X 24'

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48" X 68"

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60" X 30"

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72' X 48"