STAY! STAY!
we cried the morning she left.
Your flowers are beautiful
WE PROMISE WE'LL CHANGE!
but their roots strangle me.
Your traditions are too heavy.
I'm tired of the dark
and fear.
We tried to stop her but the river was blocked.
SAVE YOURSELVES!
She shouted
as she leapt
to save herself.
This book began in August 2008 with random marks from me, Frances Gregory, Diane Estham, Helen Csont and Brenda Luscott. I owe them many thanks for letting me join their "summer camp".
Its main medium is pastel - a rather silly medium for a book - but then I discovered SpectraFix which fixed the pastels without dulling the colours.
You can find my translation of Phaistos into English below the images.
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