Vilhelm Hammershøi, 1901
I couldn't move when I awoke. My head seemed to be stuck in a dollhouse. I was lying on a thin mattress haphazardly arranged atop an iron bed. Everything was covered in chipped white paint. Through the narrow dollhouse window I could see another window and an indifferent white sky. One tattered panel of the curtain remained, a translucent and stained winding sheet. A porcelain head of a doll was perched atop a tangle of rope and old wire. The top of her skull was gone. Next to her was a petit four covered in white fondant reposing on a paper doily. Next to that was a miniature and perfect knife. I had come to know that by no effort could I move any part of myself. All hope was lost.
Andrew Kunz "Rope in a Glass"
Easter Petit Four by Jos Van Riswick.
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6 comments:
ah! sleep paralysis! you wrote beautifully and I love the works you shared.
You're so talented and so interesting! Is everyone in your family a bit dark and twisty? It's fascinating.
Is this the way to start a new week? : )
Beautiful writing, and art pieces. Really fascinating!
(PJ made me laugh with her comment!)
You are such a contradiction of dark and impishly playful. Love the things you write and paint!
I absolutely love your writing. Reminds me that I still have a passionate goal to complete a novel someday.
The artwork, of course, was equally astonishing. Thank you for sharing!
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