Aphorism #2

An artists job is to make us realise that we are still part-animal. The part that creates hindrance to the overall harmony that was supposed to be humanity in the first place. And if the artist is gifted he will help us overcome our savage instincts by reflection, soul-searching and eventual self-improvement.


Pink Cherub

Twinkling eyes
And a tingling fear,
The queen of dollhouse
So far…so near.
Like a feather she floats
In her wonderland;
Untameable, elusive,
A fistful of sands.
A slight of hand,
A breath of sigh;
A piercing look
And I am high.
She is a poem. She is love,
An ice cream tub.
My Goddess is a fluffy
Pink cherub.