No clear path exists–
I see only haunted mist–
The silence harbors ghostlight–
landscape of omens and signs.
Tanka for Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge. I did a drip painting on some very wet rice paper, which ended up causing a hole in the paper. I had to put it on some watercolor paper to stabilize it and left it there to dry. So I ended up with three variations.
The top one is both layers together, the middle one is the rice paper alone (on black), and the bottom one is the watercolor paper with the color as it soaked through.