An abused pound puppy still finding its way to love humans once more.
Poor Cambodian children for which the Angkor Plain is their past, present and future all rolled into one.
Inanimate miens and complete strangers, stoney expressions that still manage to tell of experiences gone by.
Friends, perhaps individual portions of our own psyche.
A picture paints a thousand words. But really, a face paints a thousand more.
A man sets out to draw the world. As the years go by, he peoples a space with images of provinces, kingdoms, mountains, bays, ships, islands, fishes, rooms, instruments, stars, horses, and individuals. A short time before he dies, he discovers that that patient labyrinth of lines traces the lineaments of his own face.
Jorge Luis Borges, Afterworld, El HacedorLabels: Musings