check your email, Madame . . .
I asked my daughters to interperet what they saw when they look at it, and this is what I got:Kiersten (age 6) "It looks like a haunted house, what's the black thing on the porch?"Kelsey (age 9) "It looks like it's falling down" Emily (age 8) "It's looks to me, like a farmers house from all the way back in 1991 ..." (priceless - I can't explain the smile I have inside right now)
Emily (age 8) "It's looks to me, like a farmers house from all the way back in 1991I'm overcome with giggles, LOL! Bless her.
I hope you don't mind . . . I set it as my desktop background. It's disturbingly, exceedingly, lovely. The decay and death of the central focus seems to be spreading, as a viral contagion, but kept in check by the larger, greener pastures. Just incredible. Maybe the trains caused the death, but nature is fighting back this encroachment of man. . .
I know I posted this before but I'm going through some of your art and just using it like an ink blot test--first thoughts only!! Jj Telegraph Road Lyrics:A long time ago came a man on a trackWalking thirty miles with a sack on his backAnd he put down his load where he thought it was the bestHe made a home in the wildernessHe built a cabin and a winter storeAnd he ploughed up the ground by the cold lake shoreAnd the other travellers came walking down the trackAnd they never went further and they never went backThen came the churches then came the schoolsThen came the lawyers then came the rulesThen came the trains and the trucks with their loadsAnd the dirty old track was the telegraph roadThen came the mines - then came the oreThen there was the hard times then there was a warTelegraph sang a song about the world outsideTelegraph road got so deep and so wideLike a rolling riverAnd my radio says tonight it's gonna freezePeople driving home from the factoriesThere's six lanes of trafficThree lanes moving slowI used to like to go to work but they shut it downI've got a right to go to work but there's no work here to be foundYes and they say we're gonna have to pay what's owedWe're gonna have to reap from some seed that's been sowedAnd the birds up on the wires and the telegraph polesThey can always fly away from this rain and this coldYou can hear them singing out their telegraph codeAll the way down the telegraph roadYou know I'd sooner forget but I remember those nightsWhen life was just a bet on a race between the lightsYou had your head on my shoulder you had your hand in my hairNow you act a little colder like you don't seem to careBut believe in me baby and I'll take you awayFrom out of this darkness and into the dayFrom these rivers of headlights these rivers of rainFrom the anger that lives on the streets with these names'cos I've run every red light on memory laneI've seen desperation explode into flamesAnd I don't wanna see it againFrom all of these signs saying sorry but we're closedAll the way down the telegraph roadLyrics: Telegraph Road, Mark Knopfler
Thank you Jj. I am a big fan of first thoughts. The second are usually compromised.
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