my hair wire like crazy swirl, my beard twist and twirl. In between, my stare was straight, my thoughts were blurred. A question just pop at the edge between jester and king.
Its funny to see her dancing, sometimes it tickles the mind. the shorts where too tight i thought. but i admire her spirit, the nature of her character being true and free from the mundane.
Walking... sometime you walk straight to the other intermediate point, sometime you skip and hop in aimless direction. The longer you walk, you begin to hunch facing down to the road, maybe the road seems grey then as all roads seems to be, as it gets darker. I wonder if anyone begins to notice the ageing process. As the stars lit up the night for guidance, I would like to lift my face to gaze at the star for direction to a destination bear by my initial goals. But you say that’s only for the night! ...
Well wouldn’t it be wonderful to have a change of day distinguish by the morning strips of silver rays leading me on to the same destination initiated back where the dreams are flowing.
"moof to Dialog" is an attempt to bridge my art with dialog and leaving it open for viewer to make connection. you may choose to remains as observer but if you have something to speak your mind or dialog, you are most welcome. ...