Illustration Friday: Blur
// November 9th, 2009 // illustration friday
His life is blurred.
The people walking by are made of gauze, and lost.
They make swishing noises when they move and he can’t be sure if something parts as they pass through, or if they part as something passes through them.
Somedays, in sharp relief against the soft edges, a moment stands out like a jeweled object dropped from a Rumi poem.
For him, once, that object was a cup of ayurvedic tea, held as he sat on the back of a dune.
The surf swallowed everything on the other side, but the tea’s fierce heat bounded by the cup’s porcelain rim, kept the world on his side in focus.
All noise receded and the sand flashed brilliantly under the gaze of the sun, the sun itself was fresh like lemongrass, golden.
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His life is blurred indeed…
oooh! i LIKE this!
I find this soothing, in all its blurriness.