Portrait of Asian Man with Piercing Blue Eyes
Wrinkles like mountain streams, delineated by the black ink of a calligraphic brush, writing austere poems of the everyday. Blue eyes that never run dry, beneath a harsh desert brow, beaten by a red eastern sun.
What have you seen?
Your portrait is a landscape, of curving stone, gritty and worn down by dry winds. The smoke of your burnt out cigarette, drifts like auspicious mist, hovering grey. And the bristles of your silver moustache, like snow covered pine, seems to hide, the hint, of a smile.
Tell me your stories.