The faces arrives slowly, in it’s grand fluffiness, some days I see predators turning into rabbits or a salmon dissolving into dancing flees, but today it is a day of faces. I saw the monkey king, Sun Go Kong complete with 'Wolverine' side chop and the crown, then this crown moved east ever so slowly like a dream, and turned into a cheek of a much larger face I manage to capture here. Can you see a looming greatness of a chubby cheeked face looking to the left? His eyes are madly filled with intense squalor and indignity, his nose enormous and flaring. A pair of lips a classical marble sculpture lips and what could possibly be a full dare I say ‘white?’ beard around his chubby cheeks. Santa or Zeus? I ask myself. For image comparison, I found them below.
As I stare a little more and simplifying the shape, the chubby baby cheeks and murderous intense stare, accompanied by a hint of a child’s protruding forehead, also strongly reminds me to Chucky.
The clouds repatriated, concerned that their contribution to my mad-like imagination might be enough for today began to produce smaller marbled faces with hollowed eyes float off the bearded chin, as my sitting is ending.
Sitting and watching clouds are probably not the best way to waste time, but it is the best practice of thought to use (at the moment) to just watch what kinds of thoughts floats by, undisturbed like these clouds. In one way it is a nice way to remind myself that the image library in my head hasn't failed to surprise. In another it is quietly attentive, unconcerned with repetitive noise in my head and is beautifully aware.
As I stare a little more and simplifying the shape, the chubby baby cheeks and murderous intense stare, accompanied by a hint of a child’s protruding forehead, also strongly reminds me to Chucky.
The clouds repatriated, concerned that their contribution to my mad-like imagination might be enough for today began to produce smaller marbled faces with hollowed eyes float off the bearded chin, as my sitting is ending.
Sitting and watching clouds are probably not the best way to waste time, but it is the best practice of thought to use (at the moment) to just watch what kinds of thoughts floats by, undisturbed like these clouds. In one way it is a nice way to remind myself that the image library in my head hasn't failed to surprise. In another it is quietly attentive, unconcerned with repetitive noise in my head and is beautifully aware.