Entwined

RDP Thursday: INTERLACE

It’s been drilled into my head since I started writing when I was nine years old- show don’t tell!

Well. Todays RDP is ‘interlace’ and I could tell you a story about the roots of a tree that fell in love with the heart- the heart which was cruelly caged inside of a  wooden coffin and wrapped in bone white chains under the tress old and gnarled limbs and how the tree spent most of it’s life gently moving away earth and rocks and wood until it reached the heart – and when the tree at last was able to touch the heart- which was as dried and fragile as the tree’s  delicate autumn leaves, the tree knew that all of those years of patient work had been worth every second of it’s life-

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I could show you what I found when I went to Google and typed in art and interlace and music and interlace.

I think that the kinectic sculpture ” Interlace ” shows you exactly what  interlace means.

The three middle pictures will show you how in medivial art interlacing was used as ‘filler’ but I think it was used to bind the idea together. The ancient Eyptians did that in their hieroglyphs, typically representing the name and title of a monarch.

And last but not least- you can see and hear ” Interlaced “.

By Catfish Jim

Photographer Unknown

By Kylemunro1 –

Interlaced by Jay Capperauld, conducted by Michael Repper and performed by All Together Now and RSNO musicians. All Together Now is the RSNO’s Community Orchestra and is a place to play, share, learn and create music. Thank you to the All Together Now participants, RSNO musicians, Michael Repper, Jay Capperauld and Flora Farquharson for playing a part in this project. To find out more visit https://www.rsno.org.uk/

One Line

It’s one liner Wednesday- to bad it’s Thursday. Oh well, better late then never- and speaking of “late’ I chose a quote about cemeteries and a couple of pictures that I took to go along with it.

The first was taken at a cemetery in Puyallup, Washington and the second was taken at Evergreen Washelli Funeral Home and Cemetery  in Seattle, Washington.

Anita

Photo: A.M. Moscoso

“Breathing seemed harder in the cemetery and selfish somehow…” – Sheri Webber

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Little Windows

I looked through these little windows and not only did I see Victoria, I heard it too.

The Obsequies of an Egyptian Cat (1886) by John Reinhard Weguelin

https://youtu.be/FXR6hEyf5Q4

FROM “THE FAIRIES” BY WILLIAM ALLINGHAM (1824–89)

They stole little Bridget
For seven years long;
When she came down again
Her friends were all gone.
They took her lightly back,
Between the night and morrow,
They thought that she was fast asleep,
But she was dead with sorrow.
They have kept her ever since
Deep within the lake,
On a bed of flag-leaves,
Watching till she wake.

 

Victorian Family In Mourning