Hommage à Vermeer
Étiquette : photography
Spring
Mosaic 67, 73 and 25
And the penguins say that green is like pink but without the narrative…
At one point in time during their endless quest in a land which they could recognize, the Penguins stopped for few minutes and ponder about the meaning of their existence. Since nothing came to their mind, they decided that it was time to move away from this ungodly place. They looked at the sun, drew up a circle with several corners, painted it with vivid colours, and let themselves be swallowed by it.
All penguins in the world, including those who did not look like penguins anymore, for instance macaws, white doves, monkeys of various kinds including kind ones, purple rabbits or crying blue elephants, met in the middle of what used to be the North Pole ice cap to discuss where the latter had gone. They debated for 3 days, 23 hours, 15 minutes and 12 seconds to come to a conclusion which did not satisfy anyone but represented a significant consensual contribution to the thinking on the matter, namely that they did not have a clue. A baby penguin who was disguised as a brownish shark with no teeth noted that when someone was not present the best was to call him or her which prompted the sending of around 9.492 texts by various means, including meaningless ones, and contributed further to freezing the network which, in the circumstances, was a good thing. All were anxiously waiting for a reply…
Penguins were surrounded by shadows which were shouting, crying, singing or dancing. But they could not understand what this meant and whether it was aimed at them or not. They tried to talk to the shadows but none replied. They tried to move away from the shadows but realized that they could not anymore and that walls had formed around them. They felt hopeless and hoped that they were just living in a dreaming world. They decided to sleep in order to wake up…
Left with no other choice, the Penguins decided to leave their realm and discover the rest of the world around their ice pack. They were in particular very keen to learn more about the stoneman – a being of many colours without wings but with a ludicrous and perverted mind according to popular wisdom – whom a legend from the old ages locates somewhere beyond the limit of the 2345th iceberg.
The penguins do not bother so much about the nights of the flowers’ ghosts because (i) they don’t care about flowers, (ii) there are no flowers on their ice-packs, (iii) they are enjoying the midnight sun, and (iv) they consider themselves as ghosts…
When coloured penguins looked at the sky they did not see their own image anymore, a situation which frightened them tremendously. To address this, they started painting it in many different shades of colours thus generating the aurora borealis phenomenon…
Eric Tistounet 