Storytime Walnut oil and non toxic pigment and pastel on piece of wood
Something shifted when I 'allowed' my thoughts, my instinct and joy to become manifest, it released the following words, a jumbled story, incantations, inspired by the spirit of Dadaism. The fairy door opened and I accepted the gift from their reality.
The Night Dinner was for the pagans
The Moon jumped over the butterfly
It was already late enough
Queen Bee came to tea
Holy tadpoles searched for a home
Dawn Chorus split in two
They said it was the plantain’s fault
Cave dwellers chanted their ancient rhymes
I heard them through the grass
The elders had tea in the grove
Children put building blocks together again
Ragged Robin sat on the wall
Their home was gone,
God said everyone and everything should have a home,
Seventy years passed and the hedgehogs have all gone
‘They love me, they love me not’ said the daisy
You are me and I am you, said the slow worm to the dandelion
It is raining rather alot, thought the marsh orchid
You control your own world said Owl to the people on the street
Brother Beaver is making a comeback
Sister songthrush has disappeared, father frog was afraid
Cousin Corncockle trembled
people built big houses on my home said adder
Concrete is there instead
They took out one brick and it all collapsed
The creatures gathered in a circle and discussed armageddon
They could not hear the people anymore
Silence and mud was all that remained
Children know
Where is my voice?
They did not know how to use their senses,
Stupidity was the new language
Friend Foxglove rang her bell to sound the alarm
We still have five minutes left
Time is happening right now
They liked us before God came along
Birds live behind the sky
Ask the feathers they will tell us the truth
Reality sits patiently in the chair
Are you awake yet? Said Vole to his parents
Can you still read the bones? Cried Cinderella
This house is a squash and a squeeze bellowed the bullfinch
The idea came for the viewer of my work to rewrite the story. The viewer would be given sentences to construct whatever configuration they would like, the point being they have the power to change their story. They could take a picture and share on instagram.
Comments