Monday, April 25, 2011


April 25, 2011

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jasmin said...

William, sehr gut diese Zeichnung, die Geschichte in guter Darstellung, in Freud und Leid, eines Beachtens und Fühlens der kleinen und großen Welt, es sind Sonntagsgesichter, wunderschön gezeichnet, ein großes Lob in die feine Darstellung deiner künstlerischen Arbeit,
gute Wünsche Jasmin

William Michaelian said...

Jasmin, thank you for taking the time to read my wordless narrative. The lines were written with great care. Your kind words about them are gratefully received.

Theanne and Baron said...

I see so much in this drawing and yet I look and have missed your wordless narrative...I apologize!

William Michaelian said...

Please don’t, Theanne, there’s no need. It’s my way of saying the drawing is as much written as it is drawn, and by inference, that what I write is as much drawn as it is written. Meanwhile, judging by your response, it seems you’ve derived a wordless narrative from it yourself. That makes me glad.

Wine and Words said...

I like my selves separate
all Sybil-esque

the moments when they press in
as in conference
to my defenceless lobe cage
is a noisy cacophony
of narcissists

William Michaelian said...

Kneeling at the pool to drink,
I see my selves ignoring me.

What do they think? That they
Do not depend on me? See how

They flee when I touch them
With my hands.

Old 333 said...

Ah, but you have made them many from one with your touch; thus it may be with us, when by larger hand our clear image is too dispelled; chased away glittering into shadow, laughing, and free.

William Michaelian said...

And upon this we can all reflect....

I love it, Peter. Thanks.