“Fiona” sitting above a bench where her grandmother used to like to sit in England. The poem Joy by Igor Khodkin reminded her.
Joy by Igor Khodkin
Be careful
When you partake of joy
Just as a pike, joy contains countless small bones.
Having swallowed it all up
wash it down
with a glass of light transparent sadness.
It shall be of some benefit
to your health.
After a short period of melancholy
get back to joy.
Don’t be lazy about enjoying yourself,
do it as often as you can.
Don’t be ashamed of it,
enjoy yourself openly.
Don’t be afraid of it,
enjoy yourself without fear.
Don’t listen to anybody,
enjoy yourself on your own.
Who knows may be those who watch you
will also acquire a taste
for joy?
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 