Time to get to the bottom of this table.Fig.1 Barley twist table.
Fig.2. Barley twist table and baby grandma.Thinking space.
Thinking space.
Figure this bare faced lie:
Figure 1. is my table. Figure 2. Is my grandma, but not my table.
Photographs suggest narratives which, like photographs, lie.
15 comments:
there's subterfuge in all things that represent something other. the truth is that nothing's real. so let's enjoy all the "lies"!!!! steven
I went back to reread the other table post (as it were). Put a thought there.
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Oh, no! You did that to us? Make us believe that was the same table? I feel so betrayed! :)
hey, it doesn't even matter. As long As it makes you think of your grandmother anyway, it serves the same function the original table would have.
Possible if there were a matching pair of tables only one of which you inherited.
Keep an open mind at all times, eh, Steven? Thanks!
Lori - I was thinking what you and wondering what your reaction would be as I posted this! Sorry I let you believe but I couln't spoil this by telling you before!
And, the table I own does remind me very much of my grandma and is special to me because it was the one covered in laundry and "living" through my childhood, whereas the one in the photo with my gran was just some photographer's. There's even a photo of my great grandma posing with a matching chair! Imagine your reaction if you'd thought I had the whole dining suite! :) Thanks for taking part in this!
Rachel I'll be there presently!
Jim - that would be a twist in the tale; I like it!
Ah, the plot thinnens...I love your trickery!
Har, har! Thanks N - "I love it when a plan comes together"!
You had me scrolling down to find your last post! As long as you know it's your grandma!
PS your veggie sponge sounds...yummy?
It is definitely my grandma! Thank you, Penny. "Muchroom" should have read "mushroom", by the way, though the sponge did indeed take up much room! It was a very strange, and not entirely unpleasant, eating experience I have to say. I may try and replicate it next time we have friends round - dinner and dessert in one go!
Ah, I thought you were making the point that the same table is actually two different tables by virtue of being owned by two different people in two different times.
Too much time-travel in my life. Have you got a chair I can sit on?
It actually makes the table all the more interesting, as one so similar to the photographer's prop that you grandmother sat upon those many years ago has found its way into your home.
Nothing so complicated, I'm afraid, Thomas - but I like that idea! Thanks, you may take a virtual seat - bring it back when you're through with it though! :)
Thanks, GW - I think so, too. I had no idea about that photograph existing until just a few years ago, but I've had the table a lot longer. It would have been easy to assume they were the same (except for the background in the photo - and a trawl through old photos from the same area...not a great number of photographers working in that area then, so lots of people have the same props in their pictures). Just a minor mystery, all things considered, but I hope you enjoyed it. :)
I guess that's what is so wonderful about the world of fiction - reality and the world of make belive all mixed up in a blender. I wouldn't have it any other way.
Some intriguing to-ing and fro-ing here. The potential of blog-as-maze has yet to be fully explored!
Exactly, Andrea - thanks!
I like chopped up narratives, Dick. Thanks for popping in.
Sorry for my sporadic replying folks...I'm on my travels but will resume regular blogging duties shortly!
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