Olive has a small peacock wing sprouting from her neck.
A Musical Bird.
Alas, no festival success last night, we had planned to check out the Daksha Sheth Dance Company, BhuKham - Circus of Earth & Sky in the Big Top, billed as "Indian martial arts meets contemporary dance", however it wasn't to be. We queued on the trampled grass with many folk for an hour, only to snake our way toward the entrance to miss out by a nose. With a seating capacity of something like 740, we were patrons number 745, 746 and 747. Obviously, news of such a freebie in the Alexandra Gardens has spread fast. So, if you were one of the lucky folk who saw last nights performance, I hope it was a mesmerising affair!
Late this afternoon we're off to check out Worldly Things: 'Fantasy' Coffins from Ghana (at fortyfivedownstairs)... for a long time now, Louise has wanted to be buried in a motorbike fantasy coffin. I once saw a doco on them being made and rather fancied one of of a giant leek, meticulously carved and painted in soft sage green... though it doesn't actually have much connection to my life. Rather fond of a side serve of fried leek, though perhaps not quite enough to warrant it being my final resting place. Perhaps I'll find a more suitable one to choose in this exhibition of eight, as we weave our way down Flinders Lane to yoga tonight.
Best flee, there's a new black and white cat making his way down the bendy branch of the white hibiscus and in to our back-garden. He's upsetting the local crew of cats and wildlife. There's furry, swishy, bottle-brush tails aplenty, on everyone except me. Much cat growling and bird wing flapping - oh, the serenity! I'll leave you with your last peek at some phoney fossils...
