Recline in Ancestors

Some aesthetics of mortality defined in beauty.

In flesh, the fabric of mortality displays its countenance. A bloom, a purpose for existence to feed a glance. All manner of construction, function and presentation tap out coded signals, in colour, pace and rhythm from some grand design.

So beauty, whatever that may be, is paramount… on opening glances great consequences lie.






Monday’s child is fair of face,
Tuesday’s child is full of grace,
Wednesday’s child is full of woe,
Thursday’s child has far to go,
Friday’s child is loving and giving,
Saturday’s child works hard for a living,
But the child who is born on the Sabbath Day,
Is bonny and blithe and good and gay.