Alone on the bamboo bridge
hunched over from the weight of her pack,
an old woman layered in rags
wails her story to the trees.
Behind the dense green curtain of bamboo
her audience listens:
fifty thousand stone Buddhas,
donors, and Bodhisattvas,
carved one thousand years ago.
For a moment I leave Dazu thinking
of the opera house back home.
i like your doodles, look like oriental paint🙂
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Thank you. I enjoyed going through your posts. too.
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After coming back from China I did do a lot of abstract marks based on Chinese calligraphy. Thank you for visiting my blog.
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Love this. Animated. He moves forward in concentration!
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I was working on the movement of his body. He was all alone sitting at his little table eating with chopsticks.
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I really like what you’ve done with her movement. It’s as if she’s moving out of her body, …to whisper to you those beautiful words!
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It’s great how we create stories to go with what we see. Perhaps you should keep your story. He was across a dirt kind of area sitting alone eating his meal with chopsticks. I was working on movement of the body.
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