"Words for Wellbeing"... One of today's exercises. Carol showed us an art manequin that belongs to her mother and basically said to write whatever came to our heads about it.
This is mine. It's a little story that wants to grow into a much bigger one... I'll make sure of it.
I was walking around town, looking vaguely at
the shops windows, just wasting time till it was time to pick my son up from
school. So many shops, so many objects...cloths, bags, shoes, all you need for
the kitchen, all you need for winter sports... I came across a little shop,
very discrete, almost hidden, easy to miss... Something called me in. Took a
big breath, look at my watch, still have time and I got in. What a space, full
of memorabilia, old records discs, gramophones, ceramic dolls, vintage cloths.
This
ray of sun, this beautiful light that made all the dust dancing around and in
it. I was drown by curiosity to that light it was hitting a particular spot of
the shop. I got closer and saw this articulated wooden creature, full of dust.
I got it gentile. It was made of a beautiful
dark wood. It looked really old. I always wanted a mannequin for my art work. But
until now never found the One. Holding the mannequin like it was a precious
jewel I went to pay for it. The shop-owner give me a smile and said something
strange. “He finally found the Artist”. I answered: “Sorry” She didn’t repeat
it again, saying: “There’s your change. Have a nice day.” I said my fair-wells
looking at the time it was time to pick my son from school. Holding my bag
really tide with my precious mannequin inside.
2 comments:
Love this .. nice bit of mystery and some lovely imagery. It made me feel I was.in the shop.
Thank you Carol :D
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