Grr, I’m a tiger, I like this picture of me. It’s me and it isn’t.
I wish I’d done this as a face painting. But it’s on a phone app. That’s why it doesn’t quite fit to my face.
I don’t remember it blurring the area around my face. But only my hair. Weird.
I think of the words ‘Tyger, tyger burning bright, in the forests of the night. What immortal hand or eye, could frame thy fearful symmetry?
One day there might not be any Tigers left, then all we will have are photos, film and art. The memory of great creatures, small creatures, so many plants and animals that no longer exist…