Poetry, notes, and drawings by William Michaelian
Look,its our old walnut tree!
Yes, still standing after all these years...
He is beautiful in his wisdom.When I grow up I want to be like him!:O)
His smile at seeing his old friend turns down at one corner in sadness as they silently part once again...But the smile will be upturned once more when in that dreamlike mist he greets his friend and they visit together once again...
Janice, this drawing was made before the dream, and yet now I wonder if it somehow led to it. Or maybe the dream was already underway and I didn’t realize....Okay, Aleksandra, if you want, you can grow up that much; otherwise, I like you just the way you are.
Slidinginto meonecrooked smirkat a timeYou close your eyesto the avalancheI open my eyesto the sound.
Annie, you’ve moved from a still pool to an avalanche in just a few canvases. Or maybe we both have. Either way, I like the results.
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