I reached into the closet searching for more boxes of Kleenex-tissues and came up empty, but not empty-handed. A face stared back at me, one of Elizabeth’s puppet creations. There are many here and about to unexpectedly meet ( Daguerre Upon the Stair ) , between those from her art student days, her examples for her drama and art students and, now more recently, puppets, masks and costumes for her community theatre group Elliot Lake Roundabout Exceptional Puppeteers .
As I have said in previous posts, our home has, at times, become a surreal cacophony of art and found objects through which scamper cats and a curious dog, while the lizards watch with a zen-like wisdom.
shadow ghost-face smile
as glass eyes watch knowingly –
a cupboard recluse
has friends in hidden corners,
whispering laughter reclines.