Stories at the Park: inspired by Mistero Hifeng

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About Mistero Hifeng

MisteroI’ve been an avid admirer of Mistero Hifeng’s sculptures ever since I first encountered them almost two years ago. His gallery space and his exhibitions have been a regular feature in my coverage of SL arts because they are so beautifully evocative and captivating.

Indeed, even if you are not familiar with his name, you’ve very probably come across at least one of his pieces if you are an SL explorer; his work has captured the eyes of many region holders across the grid, and as a consequence, his work graces many public and private spaces.

Mistero’s work presents a subtle blending of realities: very human figures often in very extraordinary – you might say surreal – situations, driven from deep within the imagination. Little wonder, then, that he takes a Tom Watts quote for his profile description:

I can almost always rode both the reality and the imagination. My reality needs imagination like a bulb needs a socket . My imagination needs reality like a blind man needs a cane.

The results of this blending of reality and imagination are frequently extraordinary in look and appeal, richly evocative and perfectly suited to either indoor out outdoor display.

Stories and Poems

The Path by Caledonia Skytower

(for Cammino 1, 2, & 3)

Cammino 1, 2, 3, by Mistero Hifeng, Art at the Park, April 2016
Cammino 1, 2, 3, by Mistero Hifeng, Art at the Park, April 2016

She doesn’t understand. This is a road of ash that she has never walked, cannot conceive of, and I hope she never knows.

I hope she never experiences the rapid creep of doubt that begins to tear chunks of your self away bit by bleeding bit.

I hope she never feels the compassionless traps where others beat you back into your dark hole every time you try to crawl from it.

I hope she avoids the desperation of struggling forward with ever less of yourself , trying to scream, seriously considering release.

I hope she never knows, that awful path.

I Had to be Different by Caledonia Skytower

(for Dream)

Dream, by Mistero Hifeng, Art at the Park, April 2016
Dream, by Mistero Hifeng, Art at the Park, April 2016

You know that list everyone is supposed to make?  “The things I will do before I die”

  •  Have my photo taken at Khorsabad
  • Go skinny-dipping in the Cuyahoga

I had to be different.  At the top of my list I wrote, “To be pulled through the air by the delicate beauty of nature.”  I waited, confident that the universe would not deny me. I noticed my list begin to oxidize item by item, fracturing under the weight of living.  So I grabbed hold with both hands, and I blew.

Sometimes the dreams that count need a little help.

All I Had to Give by Caledonia Skytower

(for Io Non So Gridare… )

I want to be there for her.
Her pain is tumbling all around us,
clinging like fog.

Io Non So Gridare by Mistero Hifeng, Art at the Park, April 2016
Io Non So Gridare by Mistero Hifeng, Art at the Park, April 2016

I see her fading
as the mist of misery thickens,
her essence cracking.

What can I say?
Every word is sour
decaying as soon as its said.

How can I help?
Every trite platitude
is dust mingling with the fog.

I do not know!
my brain and heart
shout all at once: WHY?

The doleful patter
continues undisturbed around us
ruthlessly oblivious.

I am helpless as she.

So my hand reaches for hers,
and we are simply there, together
amidst the falling ashes.

For You by Kayden Oconnell

(for Per Te)

You did not start this war.
You wanted gardens and summer evenings and children.
You wanted the small grand rhythms of life.

I listened to the angry words.
I wanted to give anything for freedom.
I was willing to sacrifice.

Per te by Mistero Hifeng, Art at the Park, April 2016
Per te by Mistero Hifeng, Art at the Park, April 2016

We prayed to our god.
We would be sheltered by our conviction.
We would win.

There was no winning,
no shelter,
only unanswered prayers.

All I have left are parcels of you,
broken, cold, and as devoid of life as the stony earth we fought to win.
And I am colder than these rocks,
as I did this for you.

Remember by Kayden Oconnell

(for Siamo ciechi…io…e…te)

Remember that.
You were here. I was here. We were here.
There was laughter.  And summer’s green.
Remember the green.

Siamo ciechi...io...e...te by Mistero Hifeng, Art at the Park, April 2016
Siamo ciechi…io…e…te by Mistero Hifeng, Art at the Park, April 2016

The day will come
when one of our memories
of us
will shatter into brilliant shards of an imperfect muse.

One
of us
will only be a mirror,
looking back with beautiful unknowing eyes.

The other
of us
will be left to hold what remains
and remember all that was
and still is.

Do not waste these few days
searching for glue to meld the million parts
of us
that fell to earth.

Remember when we were whole.
Remember that.

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Note: all written works by Caledonia Skytower ©2016 by Judith Cullen and all works by Kayden Oconnell © 2016 by Kevin Lee. Reproduced with the permission of the authors. If you plan to reblog any or all of the poems and stories, please ensure you have the authors’ written consent first.

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