Monkey with butterfly
I want them to be beautiful, tragic, dramatic, even romantic - but something about them (an innate sense of humor?) questions the sincerity.
Are they more poetic when viewed as sincere attempts at beauty or more poetic viewed as tragically mocking that same sincerity?
When I work I truly do work in waves of sincerity then it becomes absurd to me.
When I see the absurdity of it all is when it becomes most beautiful and poetic for me. (c)Steven Baines