So given that I need to get some sleep and there are only 45 minutes left of week 20, I need to get a groove on and tell you what happened this week.
Well, as with last week, this week has been pretty full on and so much art I don't know where to begin so I will choose just one thing ... soemthing very exciting ... the passports arrived this week! Yes, now it's becoming more real than ever and I now can welcome the public to get a passport to adventure into The Monochronium exhibition, as well as discovering it as a pathway to their imagination.
I also took the opportunity to be inspired by a new piece that I have created for the exhibition - The Ink Mountains.
There is indeed a beautiful song, poem, story, performance and installation that are part of this piece of work, but this wasn't enough for me! So I illustrated it too, and not just one picture, oh no - 2! And in order to share the love I cut it up and packaged it up into 12 unique passport packages for the first 12 lucky purchasers to get theri hands on at the private view of the exhibition on the 30th May. This whole adventure is becoming rather epic! But loving it ... sorry if I am blabbering on, I am feeling rather delerious, but trying to hold it together ... I have a feeling that as soon as I have finiched this I will shut my eyes and conk out right away ...where was I, oh yes ... Here's what happened ...
The
Ink Mountains
Just
one drop falling
falling
falling
Frozen
in time on the top of the mountain
One
drop
One
drop of time to take the path
One
drop of a moment to make it last
Cast
in glass
A
fragile course
To
find the way deep into the source.
Search
for the answer and follow the clue
Just
one drop falling will follow you.
Search
for the answer it wont look for you
Follow
the inked path in black inky blue.
Just
one drop
Falling
Calling
the clues
Into
the Ink Mountains,
The
figures defuse
Just
one drop
recalling
the words
Of
eagling birds
falling
and soaring
above
in the sky
Over
the Ink Mountains
Frozen
in time
Into
the depths and far beyond
A
place you never told me I could go on,
This
path wove a treadmill beneath my feet,
And
the words of the forest began to speak.
'Dance
with us, we'll show you the way'.
Over
the mountains and far away...
11.52pm - Only just made it ... right I'm off to bed, another busy week ahead ... over and out.
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