Tortoise took off her banana mask and breathed with relief. She had returned to the top of Mount Mc Kay. She couldn’t believe she had made it through the 260 + days of lockdown. She had returned here after 40 years with her poem Friends by Anne Orams. She sat and reminisced about all the wonderful friends she has over her life and how they still shine strong in her heart today.
They come and go
They stay forever……..
A code between you
A knowing look or nod. Able to love
Untechnologically baffling!!!
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 
Yes truely fab