LisaMacNewton

So, yeah.  Been gone for a while.  Family drama, health weirdisms, you know the drill.  But, so I'm back, from outer space...

So you'll notice the unusual (for my page) numerically numbered sketching abominations in my gallery.  They're part of a challenge my daughter gave a group of her friends (office co-workers) and myself.  100 sketches.  Hopefully you'll be better after 100?  Arbitrary, but can't hurt, right?  I used to be pretty good.  I've lapsed over 25 years.  :D

"Do you want to know what my body is? My body is the same as the whole earth. Do you want to know what my mind is? My mind is the same as space itself. Do you want to know what my vision is? I see there is nothing to see. Do you want to know what I hear? I hear the unheard. Since I have been seeing and hearing, why then do I speak of the unheard? "If you listen with your ears, after all you cannot understand; when you hear through your eyes, only then will you know."" - Ssu-hsin

The pole silently jabs into glass, the concentric shatters outwardly into nothingness. A thin line is cut straight but aimlessly, harmlessly ahead. Drifting slowly, noiseless but for the calls of it's passengers, the pinyin glides away. Worn and bent it's captain catches the breeze in his cao mao, in his ku, his gu-an. In reverent witness the blossoms drop onto the passage of bird and wake. The tree bowing quietly, dips it's fingers hoping to wash away time.

If the wind blowing through and around the trees picks up a leaf, The leaf tumbles across the grass. If a sentence uttered from unknown lips crosses into faraway sonic planes, The words spill into minds. If fragments of imagination plummet into the concrete layers of reality, The body forms dreams. If ideas coalesce from the wisps of other planes, congealing physical mass, The luster of shape will apply. If hunger from the intellect forages the spectrum of the heart, The compulsion will stoke the coins of self worthiness.