March 29, 2010
The world is a sudden swirl of flowering trees, perfumed and dazzling in the bright, clean light. And everyone is sneezing, gasping, choking on this beauty’s air-borne allergens… I think I shall create a nasty, beautifully delicate spring faerie queen responsible for the production of toxic dust. Doing her best to keep galumphing humans away from the fragile, budding flora and new-birthing fauna. And if some of us try not to galumph, couldn’t she spare us? No, she really couldn’t care less. Dust in your eyes, dust in your lungs–that’s her answer.
The Fire Demon has been claimed by a new owner, which delights me, although I’ll miss his mocking reminder of my transgressions. To replace his dark presence, I am making a Cyclops who is peering into a creatively carved-out book, an old biography of the great German explorer and naturalist, Alexander von Humboldt. The Cyclops is bemused by all that he failed to discover.