Wednesday, 21 June 2017

The Garden Path

"Do I lead you up the Garden Path?"

Part 2, Chapter 3 of Insectual

Do I lead you up the Garden Path (page 126)

The doctor is carrying many books. The titles are not visible, but might read like “Personal History”, “History of the Ancestors”, “The Relationship Trap”, “Buried Talents” and “Awakening in the 21st Century”.
 
The hill is steep.  She is picking up the books that the doctor drops to the ground.  The job is arduous, but she is the collector of information.  The more she advances in therapy, the more inner knowledge she is gaining.  In therapy, the mind is an archaeological site and if she persists she might find buried surprises: Pleasurable ones? Not so pleasurable ones?? She cannot allow herself to be afraid.  Beauty, represented by the flowers, is surrounding her.

 
 
 
 


Wednesday, 19 April 2017

Walk to school

"Walk to school is long and tiring."
 
Part 2, Chapter 2 of Insectual
 
March to School, (page 123)
 
“Blah”, I thought, “skip it. There is nothing to say about this image.” But my mind did not agree. And off I went on a spiralling journey. What does this path remind me off? A ribbon, a river, intestines, a snake, a thread, an umbilical cord, a link between heaven and earth. The end of a note. I felt music stretch like this path through my nightly home.

Wednesday, 8 March 2017

Being a Doll

"He has become redundant"
 
Part 2, chapter 1 of Insectual
 
Being a Doll 
He lost his home, but an impression is left, see the empty space where his home was standing. She grabbed the home, put it into her lap, as if it was one of her babies. The house was hers now.

Monday, 30 January 2017

''Perhaps I can distract him.''

Part 1, chapter 26 of Insectual
 

                               Night of Delirium, page 110



He carries a machete. She open her arms wide. She is wearing a kimono. Does she invite him to have sex in order to save her life? We have to imagine what might happen. She transforms herself into a butterfly and now the path away from harm is wide open.  

“Life is like a butterfly. It flies away and makes me cry.”
 
This is the last chapter of Part 1, “Marriage in Congo.” In future I will add more colourful images. 

Towards a better world.

 

 
 
 
 
 
 


 

 

 


 

 

Wednesday, 4 January 2017

 
Happy New Year 2017

Mandala in the forest, 16 x 20" (41 x 51 cm) (c) Barbara Sala
 
 
Horse, rabbits, cat and lion
At the feet of Mother Earth.
 
Hermit at the riverbank
Shedding light on crystal ball
Dangling from an angel's hand.
 
Boat of fishermen,
Damaged by a fallen tree,
Now is carried by loving dolphin
Over the water.
 
Filled with flowers is this forest:
Happy days with health and kindness
Are the wishes for this year.  (B. Sala)