Stories at the Park: inspired by Sisse Singh

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About Sisse Singh

sisseAn established Danish artist working in watercolours, gouache, powder and ink, Sisse has seen work displayed in the physical world in public and private art galleries, culture centres, government offices, banks and offices.

Inspiration for her art comes from many sources: her surrounding, nature, the people she meets and her own imagination, and at Holly Kai she presents two aspects of her work. On one deck is a series of her floral watercolours, each beautiful reproduced; on the other is a display of abstracts, portraits and landscapes. Together, the two decks allow us to witness the rich diversity of Sisse’s work.

All of the pieces are offered for sale, and in a special way: not only can you buy an in-world copy of one of Sisse’s paintings, you can also – if it is available – acquire the original in the physical world. Simply e-mail Sisse at her website, or IM her in-world, with the details of the piece you would be interested in acquiring, and she will inform you of its available and price.

Stories and Poems

Fruits On the Table by Kayden Oconnell

(for Fruits on the Table)

Wok around the clock
Fillet the didgeridoo
Keep the beet
with pickled meat
and toast a meal for two

Siamo Fruits on the Table by Sisse Singh, Art at the Park, April 2016
Fruits on the Table by Sisse Singh, Art at the Park, April 2016

An apple for your eye
bananas to appeal
A pear too rare
to top the fare
from chefs too proud to heel.

A table fit for fruit
and fat with food to feast
is fun to boast
and fed with roast
we’ll fill with most to least.

One That Never Faded by Caledonia Skytower

(for One Rose)

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One Rose by Sisse Singh, Art at the Park, April 2016

I Remember it
like the very first time a kiss,
caressed and tingled.

The enticing thrill
when it was meant just for you,
given with intent.

It graced the glass vase
for over a week bedside,
a star-lit guardian.

Before the proud head
began to droop from the weight,
the expectations.

Too much of romance
infusing a giddy heart
with beautiful hopes.

Yet the wish still grows
inspired by the scent of one –
of the very first one.

Its gently frilling
velvet edges, its bright colour
remain deep within.

That rose, the first one
never fades completely
from the soul’s garden.

Happy Flower by Caledonia Skytower

(for Poppy Family)

Poppy Family by Sisse Singh, Art at the Park, April 2016
Poppy Family by Sisse Singh, Art at the Park, April 2016

I always thought they were weeds,
the big clump of them
in a corner of the yard.
Flapping happily in the breeze,
big and bright,
completely unapologetic.

Vibrant petals muttering of summer:
sloppy picnic lunches,
lost journeys in paperback books,
games having no real beginning or end,
and hours of uncensored merriment.

Wagging with long abandon
the blossoms call out
to be present in this moment:
Run through the grass barefoot!
Wear you ice cream cone!
Spend 30 minutes all together
listening to the wind in the trees!

Burn your “To-Do” list.
Embrace the simplicity of being,
just for today.

Stare by Kayden Oconnell

(for Stare)

Fruits on the Table by Sisse Singh, Art at the Park, April 2016
Stare by Sisse Singh, Art at the Park, April 2016

I lost you at 40
maybe earlier
The signs were there

My lack of ambition
Your latent feminism
I thought it was a fad

We lost Jenny before
and I thought you were cold
absolute zero
with invisible means of support

I wanted anger
screaming fits of unrighteous rage
some sign of passion
some hint of poison
some break of person

We drive in different cars together
protected from the world
by shaded glass
that keeps heat from entering
or leaving

Your stare is harder glass
thick with pain
guarded with invisible shards
that I cannot
will not
dare
touch

Transplant by Caledonia Skytower

(for Pansies)

Pansies by Sisse Singh, Art at the Park, April 2016
Pansies by Sisse Singh, Art at the Park, April 2016

I didn’t appreciate it at the time. She brought order to life, picking up the bits and bobs of a family: putting it to-rights as best she could, fitting the pieces together, hoping it would all hold.

She was the interloper.  I didn’t want to like her – that meant betrayal.  Yet she never tried to replace, only to support.  Pot by pot, she patiently planted love and reformation. It took root and sprouted under her affectionate touch, and so did I. By the time of blossoming, I no longer distinguished what we had been from what we were: family.

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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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