A butterfly


I do not remember so many wise men’s words. But one line from the writing by Confucius stays in my mind for many years. I think it is from Confucius..but anyway. When he was in the field covered with beautiful flowers, he saw a butterfly floating over those colorful flowers. Then he started to confuse or think very deeply the reality he was in. He thought that he might be a butterfly itself and observing the world instead of being a man. The meaning of this line can be taken in anyway, but sometimes the reality becomes unreal and a dream or mystery becomes more real than anything else. Maybe I am a butterfly flying through the southern garden.

Acrylic on Illustration Board  10″ x 6.5″

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