In the middle of a drowsy grotto a frog sits, occasionally croaking, looking at a boy who stares back. The frog is cloaked in a mysterious, pulsating field. The boy is compelled to go near but is held in the grip of disallowance. The boy is guarded by a man who wrings his hands and measures and counts imaginary risks. The man hems and haws and his art is the creation of reasons to pause and delay.
The Boy and His Frog
The Boy and His Frog
The Boy and His Frog
In the middle of a drowsy grotto a frog sits, occasionally croaking, looking at a boy who stares back. The frog is cloaked in a mysterious, pulsating field. The boy is compelled to go near but is held in the grip of disallowance. The boy is guarded by a man who wrings his hands and measures and counts imaginary risks. The man hems and haws and his art is the creation of reasons to pause and delay.