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...and sometimes you find keys to open them, to find...what? A perfect egg shaped wonder, a paper fortune, a burst of music, or a sudden gust of air that temporarily extinguishes a candle...
Thanks for the guided tour, Sarah-Jane : ) Your description is like a treasure map to the imagination. Or maybe a flint for igniting it. The artwork, on first glimpse, reminds me of a haunt. On closer examination, though, I see many places where one could enter into the labyrinth... And I see otherworldliness everywhere... I see a cat, two tourists that are ghost-like, and robed men, one of them a Moor (in my mind). It feels like a Coleridge vision. (That's the second time this week I've seen Coleridge in someone's thread here. Something is astir)
I like it — even though I'm starving to find some of the things you describe in your supporting paragraph. It would make for a nice picture book with poetry and the narrator moves through the labyrinth. I've been reading some Blake lately and re-discovering his art and how he joined it to his poetry. If he were alive today... you would be friends with him, I'm sure.
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