While going through some old photos that I took at a zoo I came across one that brought back a chill. Although I was perfectly safe, I distinctly remember the intensity of the tiger's gaze and disarming enease I felt. I can only imagine the surge of fear one would feel encountering a tiger in the wild.
But more than fear is the sense of beauty. I am reminded of the lines from William Blake's poem:
Tiger, tiger, burning bright,
In the forests of the night.
The mandala is a featherleaf maple in autumn. I used the colors from the mandala to paint the tiger. It is the Year of the Tiger in China and I included the Chinese symbol for tiger.
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