meowing on air on the tailfeathers of a wild turkey as somewhere where the sun never shines anymore the costumes in the old summer theatre come to life and start swaying back and forth . . . plays a long time with people to applaud . . . the earth gone strange and all that gone but a hop and skip and down to the floor and up to the stage with the mice that live in the over attic to help . . . mouse queen in the frock with the train that the queen of the fairies wore in “A Midsummer Night’s Dream” but with her babies to line up behind for fairies . . . crown for her consort and that’s it . . . better to make your own fun wherever you might be instead of waiting for someone to come along and make it for you . . .
My winter series post for today published on my Substack. It includes this artwork in paper from the Makerie Studio series “Circling.”
