I have a terrible face, even a cruel one. I’m scarred and disfigured. I seem to have had a few harelip and other operations too many. And the crown of my adornments might be misleading, my forceful symbols misread, my red eye, my green eye might be seen as wrathful. But I’m not – I’m neither cruel nor terrible nor wrathful. I’m balanced. I carry everything in me – the old that’s crumbling and turning into debris, the new that’s emerging, maturing. See those faces, those figures? I carry everyone in me. I am the world.
– Niebla ( © 2008 )
Written looking at another gorgeous painting by Rick Mobbs.