During the course of Joanna Petrie’s Dreams exhibition, we are inviting visitors to caption or title the images in the gallery. Responses so far range from one-word suggestions to a whole poem… Below we show you the images and the ideas.
Why can’t I have a beer like dad!
Generations
Relax
The capture
Aaagh!
Down with evil Mothers!!!
Anthea and Poppy
I have been captured by an evil witch!
Snow White
What made this child distressed? Sorry, but I disapprove. She has been used. Not right.
Girl Throttles Monkey!
Onwards she strode into the wild places of her heart.
Strictly…..
Dancing with my spirit guide
Dead or alive…
The candle of earth
Mm mm……
And miles to go before I sleep.
Sleep – inducing twigs!
Blurred bear, Fairy tale child
Is it a bear? Is it a dog?
Monkey throttles girl
Monkey 1 Girl 0
Surround me
It’s my dolly so there!!!
Don’t let then find me
Don’t startle the Witch…
Ssssss!
Cherished yet forgotten
I’m Coming to get you…
Slightly evil
Mind the drop
Watch out
Brooding
He’s really furry but I love him!!
Tenderness in dappled light.
Ssshh….
We Shall Endure
Fallen Angel
Rippling Sunshine
fairy of the lake
She made a wish in the cold ripples of the lake.
Cold stunned Strawface/ One Hit Wonder
Tethys’ Gift
[love heart image]
Fishing
Fire Angel
Heaven + Earth
Death in the Rushes
She would hunt him down even if it took forever
Sailing on the red marsh
Descent
The Witness
Why?!!
Defiance
Sacrifice
Dear Lord, Make me a bird So I can fly far Far far away from here.
I didn’t….
Never work with animals!!!
If I play dead maybe they’ll give me a cookie…..
She lay silently in the woods and dreamed of fairy tales and happy endings.
menstruation
Only a true loves kiss…..
The Girl Who Fell to Earth
Unbloodied, in a fractal landscape
She lies, still
By the still flooded stream
A still sky reflects the blood red flower
Of absent womanhood
While she reflects
On refracting sunlit pools
And soughing woodland
Games of motherhood
Soon to be replaced by
The blood of making babies
And the bloody consequences
Of keeping them alive
Until they too lie still
Reflecting on the blood red flowers
Of womanhood
Under a still sky
By the still stream
Still, unbloodied in a fractal landscape
(copyright Alan Gillott, January 2011)
