Impermanence

Self portrait, photo. It's 5 years now, post cancers. Changed.
(with this photo, I won the Photo Essay Competition by dearthyroid.org)

Change
(a poem by Kathleen Raine)

Change
Said the sun to the moon,
You cannot stay.

Change
Says the moon to the waters,
All is flowing.

Change
Says the fields to the grass,
Seed-time and harvest,
Chaff and grain.

You must change
Said the worm to the bud,
Though not to a rose,

Petals fade
That wings may rise
Borne on the wind.

You are changing
said death to the maiden, your wan face
To memory, to beauty.

Are you ready to change?
Says the thought to the heart, to let her pass
All your life long

For the unknown, the unborn
In the alchemy
Of the world's dream?

You will change,
says the stars to the sun,
Says the night to the stars.

La Muse*

-Modified image of Pablo Picasso's La Muse, 1935-

Been a while since I modified a painting a la Banksy ;) and I went for a Picasso this time. Ha! Not the obvious 'Les demoiselles d'Avignon,' but 'La Muse,' the muse. Significant title, after all, the body is most inspiring. I wonder what he'd have done with une amputée-model.