Today is the first day of K-Fest 2018 in Killorglin, Ireland. For anyone who happens to be in the neighbourhood, I’d pop by if I were you. It is a colourful gathering of creative people showing the world – well, at least part of it – what they have been doing artwise. I can’t make it this year, which makes me really sad, but hey, there’s always next year.
In 2015 I was there and met the wonderful Dublin based artist Kuze. She was there with a selection of her work. In fact, I think she designed the festival’s flyer for that year. She and I got to talk and I told her how some of paintings immediately brought stories into my mind. We kept in touch and I put some of the stories to paper. Here today, in honour of K-Fest and how it gets you to meet amazing people from all over, I am posting one of stories for you to read. If you get a chance, do check out Kuze’s work. It is downright magical. She is also on Facebook.
Below you will find the first paragraph of the story. To download the whole story, click here. This will open a page where you can download a pfd file. Most browsers will do this automatically, so check your download folder if nothing seems to happen. This pdf you can print, but also read on a tablet of e-reader. Enjoy…
Mr Taddeus Suchandsuch, Esquire, leaned back in his armchair and went to sip some of his Burgundy wine. He looked down his nose and saw the red fluid ripple in the delicate crystal glass.
‘Dottie?! Dottie?!’ he exclaimed.
‘Yes, dear?’ his wife absent mindedly replied from the balcony.
‘Have you gained weight?’ her ponderous husband asked from his chair, which he hadn’t yet left that day.
‘Hm, what? Oh, weight… no, most certainly not. Why are you asking?’
‘Because the house seems to be shaking again. Thought it must be you stomping around on the balcony.’
‘Funny you should mention it,’ Dottie answered, ‘because I was just discussing the tremors with Mildred this morning. According to her there is a very logical explanation to it all.’
‘You say, Mildred, a logical explanation? And what might that be?’ her husband said in a derogatory tone.
‘She spoke to the young man who lives with his parents in the Half Way House.’
‘The one with the cheeky face, what is his name again, Dudley?’
‘No, his brother, Rufus. Anyway, Mildred said Rufus said that the wobbles are caused by the giant turtle that our houses have apparently been built on.’
‘Nonsense!’ Mr Suchandsuch shouted. ‘I have never heard such poppycock before in my life.’
‘Everyone knows that giant turtles do not exist. Our houses are built on a round planet which is covered by land and water. In fact, not just our houses. Trees, mountains, everything stands on the crust that is on the outside of that big ball. All the scientist agree on it.’
Want to read more? Click here to get the whole story… This will open a page where you can download a pfd file. Most browsers will do this automatically, so check your download folder if nothing seems to happen. This pdf you can print, but also read on a tablet of e-reader. Enjoy…
Did you enjoy this? Please share this page with your network, so my work will reach even more people! Thanks in advance…