Tuesday, December 30, 2008

Passing

In Through the Looking Glass, Alice meets a fawn in the woods. Neither human nor deer can recall identity or name, and they walk together peacefully to the end of the wood ...

Here the fawn gave a sudden bound into the air, and shook itself free from Alice's arms. "I'm a Fawn!" it cried out in a voice of delight. "And, dear me! You're a human child!" a sudden look of alarm came into its beautiful brown eyes, and in another moment it had darted away at full speed.

In looking for visual reference for stags on the internet I found, besides some humans who might more properly be described as jackasses, this sculpture

9 comments:

jude said...

always entertainment here.....happy new year. it might be a journey far. but i have an extra compass to guide me. :-)

Son of Incogneato said...

Nice Post. The Stag Scaffolding Sculpture reminded me of something I encountered here in Oslo a couple of months ago:

http://sonofincog.blogspot.com/2008/12/bit-of-startlement-in-oslo.html

That's it for this year, see in the next.

Best wishes,
Son

Avid Reader said...

reminds me of an illustration for a Greek myth ! Make your own Greek Myth... another inspiring piece of art.

ThomasLB said...

It's quite beautiful, silhouetted in the twilight.

I wish the article had been a little more in depth. I'm curious how much is planned ahead of time, and how much is improvisation as it's built.

troylloyd said...

"...In looking for visual reference for stags on the internet I found, besides some humans who might more properly be described as jackasses..."

= )

ain't that th truth?

eyesum illo!
diggit.
it's the transfer i desire, all natural, back to primal circuitry & longing for that elusive rabbit-hole keeps my alarm on looking glass thru mushroom hooka clouds everfresher than any clipt roses,

thornless.

petal by petal

ove me
loave me not,
bread baking
& air pockets
are important:

at full speed!

manymuch of extreme happinesses to you neonownewnew for ought aught niner as time goes by & clocks ride high to midnight,

strike
strike

the work of fire

(intrinsic)

an ultimate warmth which
cannot be bought or sold,
an uncrumpling of the
beautiful crumple
&
ever expanding
within the inter-
action
w/ other atoms
dashing in motions
of pure complete
e n e r g y !

salut!

ArtSparker said...

Troylloyd - A wonderful poetic visitation at the year's end, thank you.

Tomás Serrano said...

I like a lot this style yours.

grrl+dog said...

I was going to leave a comment, but
troylloyd just blew it out of the water...

Lady Meerkat said...

Alice in Wonderland and Through the Looking Glass are such an inspirational duo to creative types :) I'm enjoying your work, thanks for visiting my blog!