Their faces are all around us. Faces that never blink or change--archetypes of our own imaginings: the clown, the mother, the woman of mystery. In the deathly still days of contagion these figures were often the only clues as to what sort of beings had built these streets, bridges, benches, and walls. The solitary pedestrian felt especially ephemeral under the unblinking gaze of the archetypes.
Ancient archetype has fallen and can't get up; or Titan Cast Down
Leaving home
Face in the night Spain
Long live education, Caracole Oventic, Chiapas
Church & Face, San Cristobal de las Casas
Face & Church, San Diego
Sistine bus stop, Little Italy, San Diego
Buddha tree
Tears of joy Lucy?
Fame can be fleeting for two dimensional archetypes
Nature or nurture: was he always this sad?
Focused serenity
Jimi is crowned. Solo, Indonesia