Thursday, October 28, 2010

W.I.P. and Jeopardy question

She was given the gift (gift?) of prophecy with one disadvantage...

I chose this as the oracular shell from among those below (and replaced the book cover with this piece of plain wood)

The final on Monday.

14 comments:

Celeste Bergin said...

I have a very similar photo of my grandmother. I love the shells and thread. Waiting for Monday!

susan christensen said...

On prophecy - a quote is fluttering in my mind - something about it being a blessing that we cannot see the future because we could not bear it.
The shells are interesting - am curious to see where this one goes.

tony said...

She Sells Seashells on The Seashore

Eva said...

The similarity with Max Ernst's Semaine de Bonté is striking.

Rick said...

A Cassandra update/"remake" seems like a natural at this point. That pic is made slightly disturbing by whatever it is leading to the girl's neck.

mouse (aka kimy) said...

ah, could it be mary anning? the inspiration behind tracy chevaliar's newest book remarkable creatures????

Titus said...

Well, I'm going to have to go for poor Trojan Cassandra too, which is a bit of a coincidence as I'm Pandora-ing again myself tonight. The shell's throwing me a bit though...
Murex snail? Apollo's lyre?

ArtSparker said...

Titus- Some stuff is just because it looks good, or at least oracular...

Titus said...

As a word-y sort, I should have realised...

grrl + dog said...

This will be cool
to see what
happens next..

lettuce said...

hmmmm looking forward to the final result.

yes I have a very similar photo of my grandmother too.

prophecy? no, i'd sooner not thanks.

Katherine van Schoonhoven said...

Prophesy is right but, alas, the oracle is not believed.

Truth tellers seem to have that problem a lot.

Megan said...

Imagine being the Delphic Oracle and having to sit there and tell them that the god was no longer speaking...and how YOU would feel!

jess said...

Hmm Shells, was she given a ferry ride 15 miles out and then cement shoes? Ya can't see your own death coming, they say...