Memory comes when memory's old
I am never the first to know
Following the stream up North
Where do people like us float
There is room in my lap
For bruises, asses, handclaps
I will never disappear
Forever, I'll be here
Whispering
Morning, keep the streets empty for me
I’m laying down and eating snow
My fur is hot, my tongue is cold
On a bed of spider web
I think of how to change myself
A lot of hope in a one man tent
There's no room for innocence
Take me home before the storm
Velvet moths will keep us warm
Whispering
Morning, keep the streets empty for me
Uncover our heads and reveal our souls
We were hungry before we were born
That's the lyrics?So many associations with the picture...
ReplyDeletethis is great Lynne, very mysterious
ReplyDeleteYes Ooli they are the lyrics ( I think they are right )...I am concerned that I have been a little too literal in my interpretation.....I am glad you like it Wil :-)
ReplyDeleteI did add an extra page, now you have 3 blank pages in your 'sign in' area, shall we all make additions to those pages too?
I am so impressed by how these images and the type work with each other. Very lyrical. Such a nice collaboration.
ReplyDeleteIt was challenging to integrate with Wil's laconic art, but I think you did a great collaboration! Very rich and evocative! What's the technique that you've used?
ReplyDeleteit is beautiful... I am very impressed how they all work together. The technique you have used is wonderful.
ReplyDeleteThanks Marina and Emma....I used stencils, collage and drawing.
ReplyDeleteI am now passing the book on to Marty......these traces are a real challenge :-)
Has this book arrived with you yet Marty?
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