28/07/2014

BKFH Party at Rad√ły Kunstsenter, 21st June 2014

Eleanor Clare 'My Horn is a Chalice' image by Klara Sofie Ludvigsen



 
The sun is bright and the sky clear, but the wind is cool and bracing.  A satin cape beats about the body, flat across the chest and flying out behind.  Arms spread wide feel the breeze lift the fabric as though it were wings.  The shadow cast is a tall proud creature, the slender translucent horn atop its head almost floating out in advance of the rest of the body, elevating it beyond its means.
 


Eleanor Clare 'My Horn is a Chalice' photo by Anne Marthe Dyvi
 
As I rose up from the ground I was asked to imagine.  Where was I?  What is this landscape?  It was springtime, in a grassy verdure on the edge of a forest, bluebells scattered along the path, and a stream.  This was somewhere in the land of fairytales; an idyllic place.  But the Unicorn is not as I expected it to be.  It appears to come out of the sky. It is like a cloud that comes to life.  Its huge head and mane start to circle around me. It nuzzles around my whole body.  I sense that it is extremely loving and caring.  It is not quite of flesh; it is more an apparition. When it disappears, it vanishes just like a vapour trail, back up into the sky.  I am left standing in this landscape all alone.



Eleanor Clare 'My Horn is a Chalice' photo by Randi Grov Berger