Confucius – Self portrait series

A study of illusion and reality, parody, humour and humanity

In this self portrait, I found myself weighted and just sitting still in a contemplation of thought. I knew most of the answers, but not all. But I felt cold, tired, and as an old man just letting time pass by. Noble as I was, (proclaimed) I hated life for its toying, for its misery, for its turmoil. Alone, masterful, Zen, I drift to sleep.

Seek my brother till you face yourself head on to a path few ever dare to cross. Look pass your troubles and dive into the abyss of humanity

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