For Just One Day

If I could be anybody for just one day,

I’d want to be one of the mummies hanging from the wall  in the Capuchin Catacombs of Palermo.

Photographer Unknown

The mummies that live there- and I know that is probably is s funny word to use, have been in those halls for a very long time.

In their best and dusty clothes, the  Mummies  standing in the halls and hanging from the walls have watched people stroll by, walk by, creep by, they’ve heard them whisper things about death and decay  and the human body to themselves that they may not otherwise say out loud to another living soul .

It’s a private moment.

From the sockets where their eyes used to be housed the mummies can still see the  faces of the  living- unguarded , naked and interestingly enough- shifty eyed.

In that quiet and intimate moment when the living look in to the faces of the mummies,  and  the living do not think anyone is watching them,  the dead can read the living like a book- a brand knew book  whose spine creaks and crack when it is opened for the first time.

Photographer Unknown

If I could be anyone for just one day it’s true, I’d want to be a Mummy hanging from the wall, or standing in a hall wearing the remains of my finest clothes because I sincerely believe it would be a scream:

Photographer: Peter

Game On

Inspired by the Daily Prompt: If you could be someone else for a day, who would you be, and why?

 

In the play Macbeth, the Witch’s cauldron and it’s grisly contents represent Macbeth’s dark and troubled mind:

Below is a painting by Gustave Courbet- It is titled “The Painter’s Studio” and it is an allegory summing up seven years of his “artistic and moral life “

Gustave Courbet
The Painter’s Studio
1855

I  might be playing with fire here, but if I could spend a day inside of the head of the artist Courbet or the fictional character Macbeth- you know what? I think I would do it. What kind of images and stories could I bring back after spending the day skating around the edges of despair and visual creativity where color and form would occupy every free inch of my brain?

I’d like to know.