from the Series : The Paranoia of F ruit and Veg e tables
Have you ever noticed how a Pomegranate given the opportunity will stare for hours and hours at it’s own reflection ?
No Nor nor nor had I until yes ter day when
I happened upon this very scene in a dark and dusty corner of my studio
It was the sound of lemons being peeled by the ever industrious Mr and Mrs Wasp
that first aroused my attention
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| detail of The Vain Pomegranate |
and there before me was a scene stolen from the 17th Century
redolent with the scent of ancient chalk dust and wasp wings
I just had to take a snap and here it is
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| The Vain Pomegranate |
And there she was Lady PushPeter of the Pom e granates
Preening
Perched on a column of platitude
admiring herself and her rather coquettish feather
Does a Pomegranate Preen ?
Please write your answer on a wasp wing of your choice
whisper to the wasp
and point it in my direction
The wasp that makes me laugh the most will receive a free wasp sized print of
The Vain Pomegranate with no Stings attached
Granada Granada Granada
Editors Note : Any reference to Bleeding Hearts , Ratatoiulle or Frederick The Great Elector
of Brandenburg Prussia are purely coinci dental
rather like Flossing in the Wind
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Of course they preen they are like a woman, first they attract your hand and then your lips...JLC:)
ReplyDeleteI'D LIKE TO SEE AS ERIES OF IMAGES R.E. THE THEME HALO OF FLIES...
ReplyDeleteAs mayor of PomPom-Pomegranate Land, I feel I must speak on behalf of my fruiple. Do we preen? Of course. We are an exotic and voluptuous fruiple yes, I mean, any nit-wit can see that by the crown we wear upon our heads. But many of our citigranates are doctors and nurses, aiding humanity in their quest toward better health.
ReplyDeleteThis photograph however, is not representative of us a whole. Lady PushPeter, better known here among us as Lady Narci-ssistic, was caught, we believe, by you while she was getting ready for the Starfruit awards. She is well known for her vanity. Her song, "Peel Me Til I Burst", though a #1 hit, was shocking to those of us with unpeeled virtue. With the aid of Mr. and Mrs. Wasp, her managers, we believe that you were set up because of your love for our fruiple, and your eye for the camera. We humbly apologize if you feel violated in any way, and in the hopes of recompense, want to offer you a key to the city, and honor of head photographer in PomPom-Pomegranate Land. Please let us know in a timely fashion, since as you know, we start to ripen rather quickly.
Sincerly,
Mayor Pomegranate
She preens indeed as she awaits her cloak of lemon peel,
ReplyDeleteso carefully prepared by Mr and Mrs Wasp,
and then,
and then with her crown and feather and flush, expectant cheeks she will be ready, but for who?
Who is the stealthy suitor, the organic intruder, the fruity dreamweaver who will topple her from her platitudinous plinth,
woo her with wretched lewd whispers and transform her into a
fruit smoothie?
EDITOR'S NOTE : I received this information in what I can only describe as a rusty tin can today and thought it would be of interest.There was a piece of string attached to the said can which trailed off into the distance.
ReplyDelete"The Fruit of the Underworld, colloquially known as a Pomegranate, was one of the most important fruits in Greek mythology.When Hades visited Demeter, and her daughter Persephone, he gave Persephone a Pomegranate seed, making sure that she would be tempted into going into the Underworld and staying with him. The Pomegranate represents temptation in Greek Mythology, and it is known for being grown and found only in the Underworld, which led to it's name."
"Are my tips a bit green?"
ReplyDelete"Does my pate have a sheen?"
I'm bound to remark that this little scene
Is highly suspicious, with more to be seen
Than first meets the eye.
Whilst Vain Pomergranate is bursting with seed,
The death of the lemons is ugly indeed.
Who removed their mortal coils
'fore hiding guilt in unguents and oils?
The Seven Sins have played their part;
The cunning lens turns crime to art;
Envy must end and Vanity make a Start.
Wasn't Lady Macbeth a bit of a tart?
Red-handed and ripe with feather in hood
With quill at the ready to write it in blood,
Ignoring the cries, the boos and the hiss
Asks her wasps, soto voce, "Does my bum look big in this?"
I look forward to more of your amazing posts in 2012! All the best.
ReplyDeleteLove the stark perfection of your photos Paul - have just looked at your website too - great work. Lesley
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