labyrinth

wear out the minotaur. his nose leads him on the path. he is easily distracted with so many scents that surface along the way, one more deliciously seductive than the next. he runs for hours relentlessly and eventually wears himself out in utter exhaustion, if not frustration . his body rests; last breath heaving unevenly. his mind sleeps not, staying awake to solve the unrelenting puzzle that lies at his feet.

this is when the art begins.











copyright 2009 Alisa Barry