And though the world be silhouette, the definition of thy lines holds more power than any vibrant memory. In each stroke I remember, each molecule of ink I feel. This is no random symmetry, no desperate thought reformed, but all I was and am and wish. Brush strokes on a canvas to you and she and them, but not to me. In silhouette, I remain here: Japan.
Author’s Note: I drew this picture and wrote these words after watching a BBC series on the art of Japan. I wasn’t going to post it, but hope you like it. This piece means more to me than most as it’s a place I dream of someday visiting.
Richard
Lovely. I did some of these years ago and they are fun to do. Enjoy the day, Richard and thanks for sharing.
Thanks, MG 🙂
Nice! Well done!
Thanks, Kunal. 🙂
Awesome, Richard – talented in more than words my friend! Well done on both!
Thanks, Rob.
Beautiful, Richard. I would like to visit someday too. Not the cities, but those rare and beautiful landscapes are irresistable.
They sure are. I’d love to go.
Richard, I hope you decide to go.
Just affording it, Lois. I’d definitely go otherwise. One day. 🙂
Very nice. I hope you get to visit Japan.
Thanks, Vera. I’ll get there one day. 🙂
You’re welcome. ☺️
Just when I thought you couldn’t get any cooler, you chuck drawing into the mix!
Just a few strokes really. I wish I could draw.