1) Rub honey into the night's back,
2) Make sure the moon is fed,
3)Bathe the ocean,
4) Warm sing the trees.
~ Tend
My mother resembled a character out of an Isabel Allende
novel. she was one of those Piscean/Aquarians who would often declare that she could see visions of things that happened in a place, of incidents that might have happened if... She would periodically move
heaven and earth so that the world around her could fit into her visions
irrespective of the disruptions it caused.
One thing she did prove right was
the fact that she would die and some five years before her death she went about
clearing out the books in her large cellar with the energy characteristic of
every mission she undertook. The result was that I was given some very beautiful old books.
I treasure these books for
their beauty except one, a vintage PR exercise about Queen Victoria. Because of the subject matter, I've decided it can be sacrificed in the name of art. The paper is so old it practically disintegrates at times but the cherubic faces of the little royal
princes is perfect for cutting up and playing with. The resulting compositions have become bizarre worlds within the pages of my new Moleskine sketchbook and I have been taken aback by what has emerged. Perhaps they are comparable to my mother's visions? In this case, I am thankful they are only on paper.
Deep down inside, I'm mad … we're all mad here, really.
If you've read this far, you're probably about to go nuts right now.
