What set is that Hornet? It looks vaguely familiar, especially the steps up to the archway in the middle.
Rendered in Carrara
Easter is Coming
L'voyager. Just checking up on the muse to see if she was still breathing and came up with this. Unusual to come up with poem and image at the same time. Usually, it's one or the other!
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Dolores sails across the sea,
To find the one she wants to be.
But, on arrival at distant shore,
She’s still the one she was before.
It’s really most vexing,
She’s heard to say,
That having journeyed all this way,
I could have stayed there anyway.
And having spoken, turned around,
And went to see what could be found.
Voyaging off towards the west,
And…well, I think you know the rest!
I am not sure why but the render creates such a feeling of peace and serenity and that was before I read the poem. As always it is a stunning render, I am just surprised at the strong emotional feeling it generated in me.
The poem is great and generates a few memories for me. In the middle of my career I changed jobs from one based solely in the UK to one with a lot of international travel and it took a little while for the travel to become the norm. I remember walking around a foreign city one Saturday evening deep in thought and realising that, without knowing it, all my problems had come with me and that all the little things in the world that bothered me at home still bothered me no matter where I was. It seems common sense but it was surprising for me to realise, as your poem described, I was still the one I was before. I guess therefore I can relate to the words but it a lovely poem that is so thought provoking.
Thank you, Hornet. Reflections on life and the phrase, “The more things change, the more they stay the same”. I find myself here, at the tail end of my life, sitting in front of a box of electronic wizardry of the sort which would have knocked Dan Dare right out of his socks with culture shock, and what am I doing? I’m creating images. Meanwhile, at the other end of my life, there is a little lad playing with Plasticine (the English version of Playdoh) and scribbling with his crayons on every piece of paper he could find, including the occasional patch of wallpaper! I’ve covered a lot of ground in between and made a good few (mostly unnecessary) detours but, much to my delight, that little lad is still here. It came to mind that far too many people are far too eager to become someone they are not, and without that sense of progression in life, never will be. They lose sight of who they could have been as a result, ending up embittered and dissatisfied with their lot. That’s a pity because all they ever need to do is look back, over their shoulder to where they came from. Anyway, that’s my interpretation which, like many of my images comes after the work itself, so other interpretations are equally valid. As for me, I’m just going to wink at that little lad and say, “glad you made it kid, now let’s see what else we can get up to!”