Time passes

One day Bhan was a young woman and now she returns to her frolicking 40 years on. She reflects “Where does time go?” She carries her poem Invictus. Not even sure what it means. She is weary and then she remembers her grand child and she lifts her weary body up and leaps into the sea, glad she is alive. She is young again in her soul, dancing with the fish in Frecynet in Tasmania, as she remembers she did all those years ago.

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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!
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