I really should not use the term heart when writing about any town or section or region of this island. No, I would not connote that organ most associated with willpower, devotion, fortitude and love with anything on or in this dastardly land. I'd say Soybean Island is more of a lower-intestine kind of place . . . But what's a lonely prisoner to do?
Art!
Animals appear to be a theme among the works in Cornana.
Yes, all of these items and the following are from Cornana, the ostensible capital of Soybean island.
The artwork of this unfine city appears much more benign than the works displayed in Soybean Island City, which is the true hub of horrific life on the island.
Anyway:
Art!
Like me, it is obvious that these subjects have not had a decent meal in quite some time. Years perhaps. Like me . . . But they are still racing off somewhere, perhaps to a garbage bin, or to their deaths. One does not know.
Here's some interesting stuff:
Well. Maybe not that interesting. But at least there is some cold sunlight throwing cold shadows upon these cold works.
And then there was this! Or, rather, these!
Wow. And more Wow. Wowwowwow.
I don't think I need to say more than that, except maybe one more wowwow.
Though I do wish I could read the scrollwork of the first entry--a rather dyslexic piece.
Okay. Time to finish this post up. So, for my final entry into this pointless exercise, I offer this:
A blank. A work of blank. Meditations of Blank in Wood.
Nice. Nice. No wow, but nice. My favorite.
Unless you consider this. I promise it is the final entry. A lagniappe, if you will.
Rather circular in its illogic.
That's it.
I think I am done with my study of artwork here, at least until Spring. I must savor the cold dark heartless winter first.
Oneninefiveseven--Goodbye from Soybean Island
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