This sculpture was left in the flower beds outside Ruyton in Coleridge St, Kew. The poem is Khubla Khan by Samuel Taylor Coleridge. A fitting poem for a girls school I thought. Lots of erotic suggestions and fantasies.
Glitz head wants to survive the dazzle of social interaction.
“How are you?”
“tres bien, merci”
This is the answer regardless of any reality or truth.
Often reality of our society is to not be real.
I think it is called a paradox!
About graffittigranny
I am sending these sculptures out into the world to have a dialogue with those interested in some of the existential questions like what are we all doing here? and what is the meaning of our existence if any? Each sculpture has a" twin". One twin stays at home under the safety of a somewhat boring bland roof of a dolls house found in hard rubbish. The other is left out in the world somewhere with a poem to engage you in these questions of our existence and our memories. Which existence is better? Is there such a thing as a better life?
The poems are sometimes in French because the Xmas fortune cookie said " The sum of human knowledge is not contained in any one language."
I hope over time a dialogue might begin where the sculptures create a means for us to relate in the quiet of the blog site. What this dialogue will mean or not is yet to be revealed!
Graffitti Granny 
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