As Sunday afternoon sashays into Sunday evening my spirit is moved towards the ridiculous and surreal. A place hidden well in fluid shadows and cascading stardust. The great masters of the art, sorry, Art, move into view. Here are words of wisdom and perhaps also discordance from a few of my favourite Surrealists.
White Rabbit stares at me and looks, em, slightly impressed.
“Hidden shadows and cascading stardust?” he mutters. Then winks at me. This girl done good.
I know it well…
I’m still searching.
Mysteries can be unveiled, revealed, made known. That is part of our journey.