As a girl she danced to the beautiful music of Strauss and dreamt she was a spirit of the violin at the Stradpark, as the sun went down and the spirits came alive. She had danced in Kalman Solymossy’s ballet “The Soul of Stradivari” in Melbourne. The years went by and she thought that was only a dream not a reality. Then one day as an old woman she was dancing in real life with her love at the Stradpark, Vienna and the music spirits really did come alive!
Acorn had held the dream of her friend for 50 years as a vigilant loyal companion.
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 