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In the world of Fragile Vision, every painting begins not with colour, but with a breath, a quiet fragment of poetry. From that breath, pigment drifts outward, carrying emotions too delicate for speech. Full brilliantly coloured red, green, blue, brown. Artist Jean-Baptiste Monge style. The pale ultra-pale hyper-pale half body portrait, cute Kyoto girl, traditional short mini skirt, in dynamic pose, a print of mathematical equations, astrological signs, glossy spheres of symbols, against a backdrop of drippy fungi mycelium slime mold, splash paint over robes, hieroglyphics symbols, alien calligraphy with Gestural Flourishes, ripples, Skips, Feathering, bleeding from indian ink, sketches of graph & waves, impasto oil painting, dark, abstract, ominous, style of Dave McKean and Stephen Gammell.
The Girl in White Who Was Expelled from Mahoutokoro
Upon the cliff where sea winds glide,
And ancient wards the schoolhouse hide,
A girl in robes of purest white
Once studied under lantern light.
Her garment shone with youthful grace—
A mirror of her stainless place;
For white foretold a path untried,
A heart untainted, open wide.
But brilliance stirs forbidden dreams,
Where power slips through secret seams;
She sought a spell the masters kept
In tomes where even elders wept.
A charm to glimpse the woven fate,
Beyond the dawn, beyond the gate;
A single whisper, rune, and flame
To know what future bears her name.
In moonlit halls she cast the rite,
Her white robes glowing ghostly bright;
The magic tore the silent air—
A force too vast for her to bear.
Though still untouched by stain or mark,
Her robe grew heavy with the dark;
For innocence, though outward shown,
Had crossed a line the wise had known.
The elders spoke with sorrowed dread,
Their verdict cold as stone they said:
“To pierce the veil where fate is spun
Is law forbidden to everyone.”
She bowed her head, resigned her wand,
And left the school she loved so fond;
Her white robe trailing through the sand—
A ghost departing sacred land.
Yet whispers drift on ocean foam
Of one who walks the realms alone;
A wanderer robed in silver-white
Who bends the stars to lend her sight.
For magic shunned is magic born,
From exile’s dusk to seeker’s morn;
And those expelled for reaching far
May rise to claim
Their rightful star..
