can’t believe he made it. Life can be so unpredictable
Rejoindre made it to Cradle Mountain Tasmania out of LockDown Town Melbourne. He can’t believe he is here. He carries Lewis Carroll’s poem A Strange Wild Song
……. He thought he saw a Argument
That proved he was the pope:
He looked again, around it was a bar of mottled soap.
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!
graffittigranny has been wandering the streets of Melbourne leaving sculptures and poems since February 2012 and then in April2012 she discovered the world wide web! This is a world wide sculpture project pondering life and where we all end up close to home or far from home.
Pondering where is "home"?
I hope you feel free to comment on this tiny project in the great big pond of the world wide web and remember that that is tiny compared to the universe!
Graffitti Granny 