There’s a tiger in the tiger-lilies,
staring at the moon,
the drunken flies eat everything,
and bones are not immune.
Image and text for the tiger lily painting.
Or this one. I took a lot of photographs.
…then I made stained glass wings for him. I have a friend who’s motorcycle painting company is called ‘Flying Tiger’, so I might send it to him, if I can figure out how to pack it safely.
When the light shines through the orange waterglass wings, it makes a tiger-striped black and orange shadow. I love that.
Found a green and orange tiger at the thrift shop. I don’t know why he’s green, but I’m going to make wings for him too.