This is the flag of the territory in which these drawings are made.
The flying squiggle to the left of the mountains is supposed to be a dragon. For which I do not apologize. No doubt Art is merely that “finger pointing at the moon,” against which haughty Buddhism sometimes ”tsks” its disapprobation. But one might as well “tsk” at lovers in the Springtime.
One indicates as best as one can, without feigning to render, and then one moves on.
