Friday, June 15, 2012

Old Mamasan

 Old Mamasan, water color on paper, 18x24 inch

She’s been the Mamasan for thirty years, watched too many girls work way too many men.  Heard too many stories, seen too many tears.  Desire is an illusion, she knows too well.  She goes to the temple every day and listens to the monks.  But how else is she to earn a living?