Mr T Spade has settled in Moyhu after two days on the Great Victorian Bike Ride. he had found his home and here he felt as Lord Byron did in 1817.
So we’ll go no more a roving So late into the night, though the heart be still as loving And the moon be still as bright For the sword outwears its sheath, And the soul wears out the breast, And the heart must pause to breathe, And love itself have rest. Though the night was made for loving, And the day returns too soon, yet we’ll go no more a roving By the light of the moon.
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 
It was lovely to find that Mr Spade enjoyed his visit and has stayed in Moyhu with us. He is amongst friends.
All who joy would win must share it,
Happiness was born with a twin. …Lord Byron.
I found one of these little sculptures today in a cave in Ballintoy, Northern Ireland. Should I have lifted him and posted him back to you?
Hi
Keep Ed or send him on somewhere else.
You could then let us know where he ended up.
So exciting to think he is back home. regards
GG.