Wynken, Blynken, and Nod
1 - 25 April 2015
I Just Couldn’t Help Myself, 2015
Digital video projection with audio.
Audio: Vivaldi: The Four Seasons, Concerto Italiano composed by Rinaldo Alessandrini
My Grandmother was a Madame. After school I would catch the bus from St Patrick’s primary school in Kilbirnie to the city, walk to Ghuznee Street, and then through the open front door of the Albermarle. In the reception room I usually found my Mother, Grandmother, and a square silver dish full of peppermints. In the back lounge I was given a mug of milo and asked if I wanted to play cards. Slender arms would deal us each a hand, while simultaneously adjusting negligee straps and hair strands. I used to sneak upstairs when it was quiet and jump on the beds. Mostly I played Go Fish with Gigi. I was pretty good for a 6 year old.
*The title, Wynken, Blynken, and Nod, is taken from the poem Wynken, Blynken, and Nod by Eugene Field.