watercolour and ink on paper

Again, with assurance

The House of Masks presents the tale of the ASS and the GRASSHOPPER

The non-conformist with the stubborn, or perhaps determined, chin steps into the chamber with assurance.

Like it were the first time reading the acrylic sign on the marble plinth.

Like it were the first time fondling the ears on the ASS mask before donning it.

Like it were the first time examining the chamber then thinking about which door to try.

Like it were the first time letting go of all that was brought into the House of Masks.

Stepping forth with assurance ignoring the flutter beneath the breast.

Father always said, always stand with assurance.

Father said, steady your heart in mindful assurance.

Father said, be assured and you will achieve your hopes and your dreams.

Where are you now daddy?

The house of Masks is a place of uncertainty with a strange sense of deja vu caused by the doping effect within these walls.

Here memory falls away and the ability to form memories breaks down while anything that is core to the soul remains.

A sound with the echo of a beautiful melody reminiscent of fathers songs leads to a door.

A song of faith and future from the time before everything went wrong.

The ASS dances while the GRASSHOPPER sings.

Listen up, listen up, now commences the ASS and the GRASSHOPPER.

Gather round

GRASSHOPPER was singing, so beautiful and sweet.

ASS was enchanted, the singer did entreat

Pray tell me the secret of your singing so elite

Tis the dew, my lovely, dew’s all you should eat

So with only dew to drink, happiness was complete

And in a short time died of hunger, stupid ASS

ASS
The ass has a reputation for being stubborn, you need to be stubborn to keep coming back....