That's the
title I gave to this construction, consisting of found
objects arranged inside an old cigar box. There is a
story to it but I prefer to leave it unexplained - spectators
can invent their own story. The hole in the cover
reveals the clockwork of the vintage pocket watch attached
inside the box. The handwritten text reads:
The Prince (the Prince?)
departs
broken-hearted.
The Princess has fallen (fallen?)
off her pedestal.
broken-hearted.
The Princess has fallen (fallen?)
off her pedestal.
Time
runs out.
Now the truth
will never be known.
Real tears are shed.
Now the truth
will never be known.
Real tears are shed.
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14 comments:
Oh, strange and spooky hints and suggestions here!
there is something really special in this box...it has it all xxxx genie
Melancholy magic!
Dick, those little plastic people give rise to all sorts of associations, a bit like lucid dreaming.
Genie, I knew the minute I saw that lovely old box that it was meant for me to fill with something other than cigars.
xxx
Lucy, yes,frozen in time and preserved melancholy.
Real mysteries here that we caannot decipher. The best story with a starting point and infinite trajectories. Secrets in a box ... NdA's intrigue again.
adam
Adam, write a story to fit your impression of this box's secrets? And illustrate it!
It makes me think about little girls and their futures.
Hattie....h'm...how so?
Natalie ... hmmm ... that would be a real challenge ... let me think of it.
Adam, don't think too long - do it!
A memory, a betrayal, poignant, bitter sweet, that sweetness lost, but what could be done? ... what was done is done, what might have been done only a wisp in the wind, what is lost is lost for good, sadness, sweet and sour but WHAT did happen, why did I not see this coming. Did I want it too?
The stabbing thing is the loss of what was and might have been, the hurt done, the love lost, the love that never was? How can we see these things, how forget them? The memory will not go, the memory has a sharp centre, remorse, how could we do this again? Haunting melancholy remains ... a shard in the heart.
Adam, questions questions! Many thanks for taking up the challenge. I like that you don't explain anymore than I did, leaving the scene open to other interpretations. Are you going to illustrate it, in your own way?
Natalie, no, I don't think I'll be illustrating it. There are too many things on my to-do list with higher priority, most extremely mundane, like house and yard work that is very difficult for me to do because of my chronic fatigue. Due to the need to rest for a sizeable chunk of the day, only the most pressing tasks are attempted.
Okay, Adam, you have permission to rest and attend to priorities when you can. Thanks very much for keeping up with my blog.
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