Comments on: Skeleton & Crane

By: Anna

Anna — Tue, 07 Dec 2010 20:29:42 +0000

Even death can be quiet and beautiful.

By: Natalie

Natalie — Sun, 26 Sep 2010 23:50:44 +0000

the most beautiful things unravel… thats what came to mind when i saw this :) xx

By: ciara

ciara — Wed, 19 May 2010 00:39:24 +0000

I simply see beauty lying in the hands of death.

By: Erinnya

Erinnya — Tue, 18 May 2010 10:14:41 +0000

… I saw a picture like that before. The picture I saw was a comment on the famous crane girl from Hiroshima. There are several statues and pictures of her in parks and books and so on, holding a paper crane. (One of the thousand she wanted to fold to get “cured”) She died after some hundred cranes, so there was more than one artist who felt the urge to paint his/her own version of that “hope is important” message of the original motive.

By: Somerled

Somerled — Fri, 07 May 2010 13:56:43 +0000

Awesome pie. It’s a fun bit of flash fiction.

By: Clint

Clint — Fri, 07 May 2010 07:03:27 +0000

I decided to write a little story about these two on my blog. I put a link to your site in the post, though. Credit where credit is due.

By: Clint

Clint — Wed, 05 May 2010 08:32:17 +0000

I’d watch it.

By: Somerled

Somerled — Tue, 04 May 2010 16:09:48 +0000

Always nice to hear from you, Kendra.

By: Somerled

Somerled — Tue, 04 May 2010 16:08:46 +0000

That would actually make a fun cartoon.

By: Triss Teh

Triss Teh — Sat, 01 May 2010 15:59:01 +0000

Its what we do to our souls once the thing holding them sighs and unfolds to Nature. It then passes from person to person, sometimes getting replicated, sometimes a copy goes missing. More often than not each person folds it up in their pocket one day after reading whats writ inside then forgets about it, puts their jeans through the washer and “what is this soggy thing I hold? I will throw it away now.”

Eventually the picture of who we are is forgotten. A select few of us have the tip of the tail preserved, the rest cut off and dumped into the ocean, or left to wander back to the lovely bones so carefully dismantled and cleaned: pure, like the soul we left behind.