- Assignment Title: Artistic Personas
- Assignment Description:
Create a diagram for your art making process - what character/s do you embody when you ‘make art’?
- Created by: Yulin Huang
- Responded by: Roberta Borroni, Yulin Huang, Medb, Hanya Elghamry, Francesco Felletti
RB: What I found challenging was creating a diagram to respond to the assignment, but it was definitely still a fun task! Perhaps because I found the diagram bit challenging, I don't think I was able to get into the rest of the questions fully: it was good to notice how the form chosen (in this case diagramming) affected and shaped my ability to address a topic.
YH: It was a curious challenge to make distinct decisions in determining the characters and conditions that may or may not have subconsciously worked in the past but also will work for the future. Will this ‘version’ of the artist be close to the truth at all and does it matter if I resemble, ‘it’? How does one resemble a diagram? How have we collectively solved this apparent ‘issue’ or ‘question’ or ‘answer’ of ‘making’ ‘art’ from different parts of the world? And how do we surprise each other by this supposed process of ‘making’… over and over again? How can one make art at a time like this?
M: Was interesting pulling out the most recurrent themes/ideas/thoughts that bind my work together; I think even though I work across a lot of mediums and different projects, these are the ideas that stay at the core of everything (even if it isn't immediately obvious to the viewer).
HE: Surprising that I was able to think about my characters through the animals and what they represent to me.
FF: I usually struggle to create. I always prefer to stop at thinking and ‘fantasticare’. My body and mind find themselves in a state of hibernation when it comes to creating. It’s hard to find the 'grace state of creation.' I wonder if this freeze is essential for creativity.
MO: My ideas for work basically pop into my mind whenever I’m doing something unrelated. For example, when I’m taking a shower, walking (usually when I’m not listening to music), or shopping. My ideas tend to form better when I talk to people, both as I put them in words or when I hear feedback from others. I can never come up with good ideas when I’m solely focused on thinking about the artwork.
- Assignment Title: I want a dyke Kardashian
- Assignment Description:
Rewrite of Zoe Leonard's infamous "I want a dyke for president" as "I want a dyke Kardashian" - make it as long as you want, ascribe them some of your humanity
- Created by: Medb
- Responded by: Yulin Huang, Medb, Roberta Borroni, Francesco Felletti
Medb - Untitled
RB: It was fun to rewrite a political poem, even though the Kardashians' culture is not something I really grew up with or know much about. Because I don't know any facts about their lives I took them as a symbol of influence in relation to our beauty standards, and it was fun to start from there.
YH: A section for each artist to reflect on their work—what they found challenging, exciting, or surprising.The substantial weight of Zoe Leonard’s infamous “I want a dyke for president” was a feast to encounter in the year 2025. It was fruitful watching other prominent writers and artists respond to the piece at High Line Art’s afternoon of readings/performances (2016). So many magnetic words and phrases sounded the platform and moved the people out of immediate sight. I was inspired to collage some of these fragments with some cliché, textured headlines I came across to form this little piece. I envision a Kardashian lost to the mountains and stars and eventual galaxies because this planet simply holds too much incomprehensible lesser-of-two-evils noise.
M: This is a concept I came up with a few years ago on the night bus home from work and would occasionally come up with lines for in my head but never did anything with. The hard part of writing this was knowing when to stop; in theory, its a piece that could go on indefinitely - which was kind of why I decided to take the idea out of retirement for this project and see what other people could contribute to it.
FF: It was hard to work on this topic. The Kardashians were never really part of my culture, so I guess I don’t totally get their appeal and story. But I really enjoyed discovering Zoe Leonard's work.
- Assignment Title: Create a mascot for a place that you visit often
- Assignment Description:
Design and create a mascot for a place that you visit often (it could be a restaurant, a library, a supermarket etc). The mascot can be made in any medium. When you have finished the mascot, drop it off at the location anonymously (through a letterbox, stapled to the door at night, get a friend to leave it there). Document both the mascot and how you have delivered it.
- Created by: Natasha Brown
- Responded by: Yulin Huang, Natasha Brown, Francesco Felletti
Natasha Brown and Francesco Felletti - Fart in the lift!
Marine One - The NT
YH: The Archive Lounge at Christchurch Art Gallery is a space I’ve been visiting and thinking about a lot this month. I’ve just finished writing my first exhibition review on their newest reveal of archival materials behind some of NZ’s most well-known artists. ‘Bread and Butter’. That’s the name of the display. It consists of their illustration work from the NZ School Journal in the 1940s-50s that they Had To Do To Survive Whilst Growing Their Practice. It made me feel a strange kinship with the great artists who were trying their best to sustain themselves before me, to also live their dream. It was a pivotal time in NZ history where more Māori subjects were replacing the British material that dominated those journals (like biographies of the royal family) that were read by all the children in the country. The curator included some delicious diagrams, whimsical prints, and technical drawings of NZ fauna. I was particularly pulled to the illustration of the NZ weta by Des Helmore. The details were agonisingly intricate. It lingered tirelessly in my mind and I thought it made a grand mascot for this curious space. The Lounge only opened last November and connects to the staff rooms and bathrooms outside. You will see the grey couch-chairs neatly line the back corner. It feels like a hole or crevice in a big forest tree where wetas typically reside. They are also nocturnal so they would take good care of the space at night when nobody is around. Anyway, I attempted to mold some leftover polymer clay into something resembling it, only looking at Des’ diagram of the weta. I wrote a little label printed on school paper, holding anticipation for it to have a second life. I anticipate the very first person other than myself to encounter them and imagine their life ahead. I attempted to be anonymous by stating I am anonymous, though I did have a lengthy conversation about reviewing and going to the space that day, with a gallery staff member, who is also my next door neighbour.
FF and NB: We thought the best mascot for a lift would be a fart
MO: Nivash Traders is a small convenience store near my flat where I usually go to pick up parcels from Vinted to save like 60p. Even though I’ve been going there often for over three years, I’ve always just walked straight to the cashier and never really taken the time to explore the rest of the shop. It’s funny how a place can become such a regular part of your routine without really knowing the main part of the store. Also recently, I found out there's actually a shortcut from my flat that gets me there in just three minutes instead of ten—a discovery made not by me, but by my partner only three days after she moved in. From this project I learned that "Nivash" means “home” or “a place to live” in Tamil, and is often used as a boy’s name. Even though it's just a local shop, it’s quietly become a small, steady part of my life.
- Assignment Title: Make an assemblage in 2 minutes.
- Assignment Description:
Create an assemblage using items you have at home within just 2 minutes. Record a video of the entire process and give your piece a title.
- Created by: Francesco Felletti
- Responded by: Roberta Borroni, Yulin Huang, Hanya Elghamry, Natasha Brown, Francesco Felletti, Marine One
Natasha Brown - Banana goes to sleep
Francesco Felletti - Presepe
Marine One - Sugar Higher
Yulin Huang - The Best Souvenir from New Zealand
Roberta Borroni - North facing - it's never sunny in here but all I can think about is to sunbathe in front of my window
Hanya Elghamry - An assemblage of everything on my shelf
YH: After playing around with a couple of Items in my room, I had very limited time leftover to construct the so-called Assemblage. I quickly tried to make a very unstable ‘shrine’ for one of the ‘55 wonderful views’ promised in ‘the best souvenir from New Zealand’ playing card pack I had in my collection. I panicked, and she unabashedly toppled over after filming.
RB: Two minutes go incredibly fast (I may or may not have cheated by a few seconds)!
HE: I've been reflecting a lot on the idea of home, and thinking of how to take my practice further especially after seeing that alot of work is being done on the concept of belonging and home right now by alot of artists and curators. This shelf specifically describes that, from a broken framed picture of my parents and I, to the quraan, to lots of exhibition brochures and artists cards. I dont mean to make it sound more conceptual and deep than it is, but, this shelf describes what I am today. A Daughter, a curator, a believer, a girlfriend, a friend, a teacher and hopefully again an artist.
NB: This was my THIRD attempt at an assemblage. The first two I found I was trying a bit too hard to make something that looked good. I thought it would be nice to use a part of my home that was "permanent" like an appliance, rather than an object. I also wanted to make use of the function of an appliance and it seems so wonderful to be put to sleep with the gentle rock of a washing machine. Going to sleep and waking up again does seem like giving your brain a wash <3
FF: It was quite exciting to try assemblage as it is a practice I never completly understood. I spent most of the 2 minute figuring out how to place my magnet inside a vase...I felt stupid. Then the rest of the time was done quite in a rush, and I felt excited to make a messy job without thinking too much. Overall 7/10.
MO: There is a box of sweets in my kitchen that I usually don't eat from, since most of them were bought by Claire, my partner, and our tastes are a bit different when it comes to sweets. I made a tower out of biscuits, gummies, chocolate, and a candy within this two minutes. While I was making tower I discovered some sweets that I didn't even know we had in this box. Also in my mind, I was trying to be as fast as I could, but I look quite slow in the video...
- Assignment Title: Play pretend.
- Assignment Description: Imagine playing tea-time with a child - you pretend you are drinking tea out of a plastic toy cup but you are not actually drinking, you are you, an adult pretending to drink out of a toy cup. To add a bit more context: for a child 'pretend play' is a form of symbolic play where objects, actions or ideas represent other objects, actions, or ideas. They use their imaginations to assign roles to inanimate objects or people.
- Created by: Roberta Borroni
- Responded by: Yulin Huang, Roberta Borroni, medb, Francesco Felletti, Natasha Brown
Medb - Untitled
Roberta Borroni - Roberta pretending to be a flower
Yulin Huang - TEA TIME WITH A CHILD (FOR THE 39th TIME)
Natasha Brown - The Sun
Francesco Felletti - Consolazione di nome e di fatto
YH: I have been enjoying imagining dialogues/conversations through the medium of automatic writing lately, so this prompt made me want to merge the two, especially as it concerns the innocence of ‘play pretend’ and ‘make believe’ by and with a child. This was a conversation I imagined having whilst imagining myself carrying out the pretend play, with my strawberry milk plushie I keep near my desk, who I see and converse with every so often. I loved drinking lukewarm tea with her on this occasion.
RB: Thinking about playing pretend with a child made me think about how the actions performed during this type of games are not means to an end (if I fake drink from a cup I will still be thirsty). Then I got thinking about the roles that a child may assign to you while playing: you can easily become a character from a book, an object or a creature without the need to dress up - as soon as you are given the character you are that character. On the other hand, I think adults tend to perform this sort of pretend play in a different way, for example when at work you (pretend) play your part to fit your role. In other social settings it might be closer to an attempt to camouflage. Then I saw a field of yellow flowers and decided I wanted to pretend to be a flower, mid-way between the child way and the adult way. When my flower headpiece was ready I went back to the field and it had all been cut down. I was left pretending to fit in a field of wild grass and flowers that didn't look at all like myself as a flower (not that I would have camouflaged with the original field either).
M: I enjoyed the Barbie movie fore what it was but it didn’t have the same emotional impact on me that it seemed to have on many of my friends. I liked it but I found no reason for it to have moved me to tears, and I felt kinda strange about it bc so many people I knew were really affected by it and I thought there must have been something I was missing. When discussing it with Libbi she said that it had made her cry because it had made her miss being a girl, and maybe the reason that it hadn’t had that affect on me was because, “you’ve never lost touch with your girlhood”. Me and my brothers played with our toys and dolls until I was 17 and honestly probably would have for longer if the realities of university and young parenthood and leaving home hadn’t been waiting round the corner for us. Its funny to be 28 now which is the oldest that I’ve ever been and yet feel mentally younger and more free-spirited than I have let myself feel in such a long time. I’ve always collected dolls and bears and other ephemera of my childhood but there has been something special in the past year of finding friends and acquiantances who do the same and support my whims of wonder. Its also been nice for the first time in a long time to be living somewhere without an expiration date, without the anxiety of scraping by financially, where I can put roots down without worrying about having to pack it all up again, and so my collections have really flourished; one in particular being this assortment of Babycham glasses, which is my pride and joy, Babycham being the first alcohol I ever tried when I was 16/17.
NB: I thought about objects that really do seem like they are pretending - like the hearing amplifier I have! It seems completely absurd to turn up a dial to increase the volume at which you hear - as if ears are machines?! Anyway, I then thought about what I would like to have listen to me. And then, how sad it would be to give an object the gift of hearing but nothing else. No voice or ability to move. And how this might change the noise the thing makes. The sun is not very loud, it takes far away scientists to tell us how it sounds. Though, we could pretend the sun could hear us and that we could hear the sun.
FF: When I was little I was a fan of the music from “Aggiungi Un Posto A Tavola” (an Italian musical) and dreamed of being Anastacia or Christina Aguilera. Over time, I didn’t become a pop star, but deep down maybe I am one? (ah ah ah) While I have never played tea time, my play pretend was embodying those songs, in my room, practicing these moves, and imagining myself somewhere else and in another body. I found this assignment particularly beautiful, especially in how it blurs the line between reality and fiction and the idea of a simulation (or simulacra I should say?). When I was thinking about this assignment, I remembered a project I did years ago where I projected childhood videos of myself and my family directly onto me and my family now (like a sort of live table vivant???). While I was doing it I was thinking that it also look a lot like Daria Blum’s video that I really like :-)
- Assignment Title: Reimagine a space.
- Assignment Description: Reimagine a space that exists, inspired by reality, memory and imagination.
- Created by: Hanya Elghamry
- Responded by: Francesco Felletti, Natasha Brown, Roberta Borroni, Yulin Huang, Hanya Elghamry, Marine One, Medb
Marine One - Takaban
Medb - untitled (supermoon split in half over Balham)
Yulin Huang - Overnight Fall
Hanya Elghamry- Anything and everything
Roberta Borroni - A new house for my friend
Francesco Felletti & Natasha Brown - Secrets Holborn
FF and NB: Our project started with finding these old pamphlets in the studio space we share, which happens to be right next to an abandoned strip club. We got the idea to reimagine a past version of the strip club, performing as the old strippers of the club. It was essentially a re-enactment of the images we found in the brochures. Tash brought in some bras and sexy underwear for us to wear and play with (thank you). We also talked about how this might come across as offensive to strippers. However, we felt that in the context of the MAA, and given our aim to create a kind of homage to the space's past, it was ok (It’s hard to do the right thing when you really like an idea).
RB: The space I decided to reimagine is an ugly cabinet full of glassware that was left by the previous owner of the house and that our landlord decided to leave in the living room because "it's always handy to have some extras". For the first time I had a reason to take out some of the glasses and reimagine the space that was left - it looked like a nook, a tiny home for a tiny friend.
HE: I wanted to be a child again doing this assignment just draw shapes and colors and see where it takes me, I think home to me is just being a kid again at my family’s home, but it also means being with my partner, family and friends in one city. Living in between has been very difficult, and it doesn’t seem to get easier, but I hope I figure it out soon.
MO: This is a plan of the flat I lived in for the first 6 years of my life in Takaban, Tokyo. I just remember it was quite small, even from the perspective of a child. I have some memories of it and some influences from photos taken there to make this plan. Even though I don’t remember the exact structure of the flat, I have bits of memories alongside the corners of the flat. I asked my mom to draw the plan from her memory, which turned out really different from mine. Turns out that the location is also not exactly Takaban but Gakugei.
M: In the midst of not working on any specific concrete poem or piece, but just writing as it comes to me, often reflectively. In summer my mind often drifts back to South London (as I spent many's a strange summer there) and more recently have been wanting to start piecing something together that accurately reflects my experience of the place exactly as I saw and lived and felt it, very inspired by Lorde's process of writing Virgin and her quest for "absolute truth".
- Assignment Title: Childhood Memories.
- Assignment Description: Think back to a place you remember vaguely from your childhood—somewhere that left a strong impression but remains unclear in your memory. Your goal is to research and try to locate this place using tools like Google Maps, online searches, or even by asking people who might remember (e.g., family members).
Steps:
1. Recall the Memory: Choose a childhood memory with a place that you can't remember specific where/what it was.
2. Research the Place: Use any tools or resources available to try and identify or find this location. This could include searching keywords online, looking on Google Maps, asking family members or friends who might know.
3. Document Your Process: Keep a record of your research journey. If you find the place, compare your memory of it to its current state or what you discover online. If you can’t locate it, reflect on what it feels like to search for something elusive.
4. Share your findings with the group: Highlight any differences between your vague memory and the real or imagined place. If the place remains unfound, the process and reflections will still tell an important story.
For example... I have this vague memory of being stuck in the outside maze with pink walls. I can't remember anything else other than that maze from that day and where it was. I'd wanna find out what the occasion was since it is one of my earliest memories.
- Created by: Marine One
- Responded by: Yulin Huang, Roberta Borroni, Medb, Francesco Felletti, Marine One
medb - Research document into places I saw in my dreams as a child
Marine One - Pink Maze
Francesco Felletti - Story of the Belly of a Garden
Francesco Felletti - Story of the Belly of a Garden
Francesco Felletti - The Yellow Snake in the Garden
Roberta Borroni - Recollection of memories in room 31
Yulin Huang - Once I sat on the back of an alligator and felt its skin
YH: I don’t have very many vague childhood memories to choose from. this task made me realise how few memories I actually have of my life before eighteen which made me feel very existential. in the end I chose this encounter with a taxidermy alligator. it was between that or being forced to go into this terrifying alien exhibition full of fake alien models and animatronics that towered over me. that intense fear and fascination around the immersive fakeness of things never went away. to document the processing of this alligator memory, I decided to challenge myself in trying (and I am ashamed that this is my first proper attempt) to make a mini zine. graphic design, paper folding and crafting involving scissors are not my strong points. at my volunteering work for a local writing festival I have been tasked with making social media graphics on canva templates. I also recently deleted adobe, so canva has been kind of randomly something I’ve been using. there’s also some public domain images and graphics I feel strange about using. how do we feel about canva? and using images and graphics made by other people?? hm. it feels very corporate. but I guess it's good for quick experiments. I’m still searching for an accessible replacement for photoshop. anyway it took me many hours and four attempts of trial and error on my printer that doesn’t print double sided to finally hold a version of this printer-paper zine where all the pages are at the right place they’re supposed to be. I definitely was doing all the steps in very diy ways but I am really enjoying that kind of scrappy experimentation. the resulting mini zine had bits of white sticking out, ripped corners and text accidentally cut off from my scissors, but she does exist and it’s inspiring me to make more mini zine prototypes. it is interesting because after the process of this assignment I now view this vague memory as something else entirely. the memory now holds a different version of the vagueness and I think that’s fascinating.
RB: I wasn't able to find a single memory of a place that fit into the description: something that left an impression on me in childhood and that I wasn't able to easily put on a map. I have tried a few places and immediately found them, the memory of their name was strong enough that I could just google them. Then I thought about other important places in my childhood, and perhaps because I grew up and lived in the same small town most of my life, everything felt quite vivid in my mind, as I have lived these spaces as a teenager and young adult too.I was thinking about all of this while I was sitting on my chair at work, and for some reason it made me think about walking up and down some imaginary stairs, bringing a memory up to test if it would fit in the categories, and then bringing it back down to let it go. And then my attention was caught by one painting - a painting I have seen over and over - by Bernardo Cavallino. But that day I was able to see the staircase depicted in the background for the first time, as the panic and commotion of the people in the painting has always taken all my attention. That day I kept thinking about the person on the stairs in that painting, walking up yet not touching the floor, levitating, just like my memories. I felt like Cavallino in 1640 represented exactly what I was feeling that day recalling details of memories that are usually forgotten.
M: The only place I could think of when approaching this brief was a faint ephemeral glimmer of being sat in a massive blue restaurant with cartoons of coffee and abstract 90's triangles on the walls but I have asked my parents about this many's a time and they have given me nothing to go on and as I lived between Canada and Ireland as en enfant I found the task of locating this one rogue establishment down to be too overwhelming across two vastly different countries. Instead I turned to recurring images from dreams I had as a child that drove me wild with the urge to run away inside them. I started with Marine's Google Maps suggestion to investigate the scrubland we used to play in at the bottom of our estate - that has now been landscaped and turned into a "woodland park trail". As children we were only allowed to go so far into the land however and never beyond the trees, which is why I think it became a recurring motif in my young dreams to envision escaping into some Secret Garden-esque paradise that perhaps lay beyond them. Then I got thinking of a memory of trying to explain what that place looked like in my head to my dad when he was reading me a Dr Seuss book at bedtime and excitedly pointing at an illustration and saying "It looks like that! That colour is what it looks like!" and he brushed me off and told me I was being silly. But I meant it! I couldn't find the exact Dr Seuss book we were reading at the time but upon investigating every available Dr Seuss PDF on the internet I discovered another favourite book of mine, The Sleep Book from 1962, in which that exact shade of Seuss blue is used for all the nighttime scenes. This in turn got me thinking about the night/sky scenes from one of the most formative movies of my childhood, Dougal and the Blue Cat (1970) in which the little dog Dougal sleeps outside in a bed under a tree below a mountain where the haunting abandoned treacle factory sits (I once compared Balham BT Exchange to said factory in a poem I wrote when I lived in London, which then sent my mind whirring away again about the work I made for Hanya's brief and how everything in my life is a circle... but I digress). The whole film is so dreamlike anyway but that opening sequence - with Dougal recounting the dreams he thinks he had the night before - was so evocative to me and still makes me shiver to think about.
FF: This was a great excercise and very emotional. I said all on my audio sorry!!
MO: I have this vague memory of being stuck in an outdoor maze with pink walls. I can't remember anything else from that day except the maze and not knowing where it was. I want to find out what the occasion was, since it is one of my earliest memories. I must have been five or six. I remember struggling to find the exit, and just seeing pink walls again and again, no matter how much I ran.I googled “pink huge maze” and found it. I asked my mom to confirm, and she said that was the one. Apparently, she also struggled to get out and was frustrated. I don't know how I struggled to find this place before, when it turned out to be this easy to track down.It is in a huge park with mountains and a lake, in Nagano, a quiet prefecture in Japan. It is about a four-hour drive from Tokyo.It is not as pink as I remembered, either because of how I remembered it or because the pink paint has faded over time.I remember going there with my mom and her boyfriend at the time. I think he was the one covered in tattoos and had some issues with alcohol. I only saw him as a kind of punky guy with tattoos and a mohawk who raised his voice at us sometimes, but I did not really see that as a problem back then. If I met him now as an adult, I would probably hate him so much.
- Assignment Title: Eat that fruit.
- Assignment Description: Choose a fruit or vegetable that you don't eat often, eat it, and then do/or make something that relates to that fruit/veg or the experience of eating it or finding it
- Created by: Roberta Borroni
- Responded by: Yulin Huang, Roberta Borroni, Alessandro Grossi, Marine One, Natasha Brown
Yulin Huang - There's No Pear Like A Piqa Boo Pear
Natasha Brown - Green/red/yellow/blue/black/orange - gage
Roberta Borroni & Alessandro Grossi - Cherry rap
Marine One - Some kind of potato
YH: I don’t usually eat a lot of fruit so this was a great assignment for me to discover something new. when I explored my local supermarket I saw these fruits that I’ve never seen before labelled ‘PIQA BOO PEARS’… how could I not choose them! they were these curious little apple-like pears, nestled together in a plastic container. their striking red skin and casual whimsy reminded me of those apple-cider-apples that have the sparkles on them from the fantastic mr. fox film. when I bit into my first one it really was this explosion of (the perfect degree of) sweetness. I tend to dislike any fruit that leans sour so this was the perfect flavour profile for me. but I also felt strange because I had a feeling this is one of those genetically modified fruits.. and after perusing their official website I think I am right. I also realised its official name is the Piqa Red pear. that made me wonder why it was labelled as Piqa Boo. do locals know that to be its unofficial name? or was it a fun exercise executed by a supermarket employee? I was very intrigued by the myth around its name. I was also admiring the ridiculously luxurious curation of this pear on its website, from the highly styled photos to the over the top marketing language used all over the site. I was first hooked on 'sweet, juicy, & surprisingly tropical’. what do they mean? what does tropical taste like? why is it a surprise? is that what the Piqa Boo is? for my experiment I used my red spray paint for the first time to emulate the explosive sweetness that did indeed ‘exceed expectations’ and played around with digitally collaging different elements together, including some of the language used in their campaigns. I consumed ‘the pear perfected’ for two weeks straight, with ‘sweetness and light in every joyous bite’… it was indeed ’an unforgettable experience’.
RB & AG: As soon as I saw the assignment I felt like I had to do it with cherries. I have been seeing them at the supermarket all summer, and I have been craving them but never bought them because they are so expensive. The flavour in my memory was better than in real life - I mean, they were really really good, but were they worth the price for such a small amount of food?! I felt like the dream of eating these cherries was bit of a summer nonsense...
Lyrics "Cherry Rap" (ft Alessandro):
Cherries
Oh my, I’ve been dreaming of them for a year
11 euros per kilo – no way!
I keep looking
8 euros per kilo at the local market
I buy them, almost a bargain
I taste one
It is a bit bitter
But I don’t let it get me down
I try another one
It’s sweet
Juicy
I spit out the pit and think – how much did that cost me?
Cherry, symbol of summer!!!
NB: I saw greengages in the supermarket. I always thought "greengage" was a made up flavour like "red burst" or "purple passion" etc. But I realized at that moment it was a real fruit! I bought the greengages and thought more about some other fruits that were named the colour they are (or vice versa), like oranges, blueberries, blackberries. I wanted to highlight a feature of the colour of my greengages and thought - green is used to key things out in video. So I made a greengage-screen of sorts. Now the greengages could pretend to many different fruits.