I was walking the other day- something I hardly ever do anymore- and I stumbled upon a small path. It was ordinary and yellow, but I felt something – most likely my imagination- pull me down it. I was assaulted with visions of stories and tales that could take place on a path such as the one my green sneakers trotted on. I pulled my Polaroid camera from my bag, and pushed my glasses further up my nose. I was ready for my imaginary adventure.
I walked for a while, taking pictures of little bits of nature that inspired me and any story that happened to tickle my brain. Pictures of the roots of trees, all spiny and rotted; of my sneakers caked with red-orange mud; of flowers bent in such a way that brought images of couples kissing to the forefront of the mind. They all intrigued me for different reasons, but I knew they would find a place on my bedroom wall, just like the others. You see, I am a collector of stories and pictures that tell stories. I hang them on my wall or tuck them away in the big trunk at the foot of my bed. Then, at night, when I find myself unable to sleep, I pull them out and look at them and imagine.
So trips like these, bring great excitement and happy little flutters to my heart. But unlike the other trips, something remarkable happened on this trip. I had lost track of the time, of course, and by the time I realized it… the sun was hanging lowly in the sky. I found myself torn with the need to turn and head home, and my lust for more adventure. Dejectedly, envisioning my mother- red faced and worried- I turned home.
But once I turned, I found that there were two paths rather than the one yellow path I had originally came on. I looked up both of them, searching for something I remembered from my walk up to that point. However, lucky me, could see no difference in the paths. So I picked right. Because the “right” path should be on the “right”. Ha! Dodgy logic.
Needless to say, it was the wrong way. So instead of finding the field I would need to cross to get to my house, I found a trail of awkward colored mushrooms. I knew I shouldn’t, that I should go back and try the other path, but I promised myself I would do just that… in a few more minutes. First I wanted to see where the path of mushrooms led……
I walked for a while, taking pictures of little bits of nature that inspired me and any story that happened to tickle my brain. Pictures of the roots of trees, all spiny and rotted; of my sneakers caked with red-orange mud; of flowers bent in such a way that brought images of couples kissing to the forefront of the mind. They all intrigued me for different reasons, but I knew they would find a place on my bedroom wall, just like the others. You see, I am a collector of stories and pictures that tell stories. I hang them on my wall or tuck them away in the big trunk at the foot of my bed. Then, at night, when I find myself unable to sleep, I pull them out and look at them and imagine.
So trips like these, bring great excitement and happy little flutters to my heart. But unlike the other trips, something remarkable happened on this trip. I had lost track of the time, of course, and by the time I realized it… the sun was hanging lowly in the sky. I found myself torn with the need to turn and head home, and my lust for more adventure. Dejectedly, envisioning my mother- red faced and worried- I turned home.
But once I turned, I found that there were two paths rather than the one yellow path I had originally came on. I looked up both of them, searching for something I remembered from my walk up to that point. However, lucky me, could see no difference in the paths. So I picked right. Because the “right” path should be on the “right”. Ha! Dodgy logic.
Needless to say, it was the wrong way. So instead of finding the field I would need to cross to get to my house, I found a trail of awkward colored mushrooms. I knew I shouldn’t, that I should go back and try the other path, but I promised myself I would do just that… in a few more minutes. First I wanted to see where the path of mushrooms led……
To Be Continued...
*throws confetti, dissapears*
3 comments:
I like the misty dreamy feeling of the illustration. Nice story too. Wonder where that path of colored mushrooms led? Sounds like a fairy circle to me.
I agree that this definitely has a dream-like quality to it. I also am really fond of your color palette :)
hey i like your still life/landscape stuff. i think you have a really dreamlike vibe from your colours and use of form.
-will
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