Maybe the graffiti posters are to the streets what that dog-eared book is to your night table. Strange narratives opening while you sleep. All the read and unread parts unfolding, drifting. Settling in new places.
This pig for instance. Where’s he flying off to? I want to know. A meadow? A cloud? A nice muddy pen?
And who will he meet along the way?
My book idea is gaining traction. I’ll just let it percolate for now. While I keep dreaming of wheatpaste and peeling paper. Talking pigs.
Truly there is a bit of wonder and magic on the streets of LA. Makes me believe that the real beauty lies in that we are being shown questions, rather than being given answers, the not knowing what it all means leads us to follow the mystery and each person will take their own path; where ever that may go, a magical, mystery tour. I am so on that bus.
Hugs comin at ya girl.
Wow, those are some pages girl. Whatever you’re drinking at night is sure workin’ on your psyche!
Hello! My name is Amy…I just had a couple questions about the Remains of the Day class…I absolutely love the journals that peoplke are creating from that class..I really, really want to sign up but I do not sew…at all…I have a cheapy machine and I know it said that you don’t have to be a “skilled” sew-er, but I am worried that I wouldn’t be able to do it…Can anyone pretty much do this class? My email is luniebin.amy@gmail.com. I really want to…mine would probably be the worst looking one out there..lol
Thank you.
Do you know the children’s book, Perfect the Pig? I don’t know the author, but it is about a lovely little pig named Perfect who grows wings… It was a favorite when I had a daycare. I bet the craft monkeys would like it, also.
I adore these photos of decaying posters!
The dream sounds intriguing! And that pig? Why, he is flying off to converse with angels, of course.