Painting

Masks and Paper Playthings

 

Little dreams and desires we make for ourselves could be a treatment to cure for the disturbed, agitated souls of ours, sometimes entertain us and make life easier to tolerate. From every challenge that rises against us everyday what escape we could seek refuge to rather than wearing a mask behind which we could hide our personality, emotions, and reactions and seclude to safe from the fear of being seen or judged and drown ourselves in the false atmosphere of our paper playthings.

One day we will send our paper boats to the stormy seas of our souls and another day we wish for our paper birds to fly in the closed frame of the sky. Maybe one day our fingers would fly…. But now we thread our little paper birds so to they only stay in the sky of our dreams…