December 19, 1998: Standing people spirituality
With my words—I shall paint not fear and pain, but rather pain brought out by fear. A day without the glow of a new sun hath not been a dark night. Sticks stuck feet first into the orange clay—thin children who resemble trees reaching out to be recognized on the crowded boulevard. Paint splashes onto this canvas—taking the shape of words.
My words—not fear and pain but rather pain brought out by fear. For a moment, the tree was human like—a king for a day—a royal knight facing war.