Jessie in Wonderland
I wonder what gile the gimbal and other matters of nonsense preside here? Have we entered “Laura’s World” ? There ought to be a poem or story somewhere among the purple and azure trees. Put words to her wondering, perhaps!
I’d love to hear your musing here.
Good one. The way Jessie is standing with her eyes closed it looks like she is a part of the Mural. Neat.
Neal
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Yes she does. Part of our Mother’s Day visit to the Mission.
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She seems to be waiting for the guy in the museum piece to say the first word…
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Very Thoughtful comment 😉
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A patchworker in Paradise
stands underneath a paradigm
of projects, about to topple on her,
O! those curved seam clouds,
three-dimensional cacti,
fancy trees
and naturalistic flowers.
How can she reproduce this
nightmare scenario?
There is something similar afoot in my six-word-Saturday!
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Viv, I wish I could get the whole piece on film for you .but it’s in an alley way so I couldn’t get back far enough. So glad you put this image to poetry. Now I challenge you to create it in cloth. 😉
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Maybe one day, if I live long enough!
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