“You live like this, sheltered, in a delicate world, and you believe you are living. Then you read a book(Lady Chatterley, for instance), or you take a trip, or you talk with Richard, and you discover that you are not living, that you are hibernating. The symptoms of hibernating are easily detectable: first, restlessness. The second symptom(when hibernating becomes dangerous and might degenerate into death): absence of pleasure. That is all. It appears like an innocuous illness. Monotony, boredom, death. Millions live like this(or die like this) without knowing it. They work in offices. They drive a car. They picnic with their families. They raise children. And then some shock treatment takes place, a person, a book, a song, and it awakens them and saves them from death.” The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Volume One 1931-1934
I made this out of 3 white canvas wrapped with leather painted all over , aged, made a collage and wrote the following quote by Anais Nin..
“We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another, unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. “
Just added .. Time flies.. to be able to use the clock with wings I made..
This was for my friend George.. for his birthday he loved It
Think of it as a Bday card you could use as a shrine/decoration afterwards… the pictures :
For the front:
Beads,small pieces of wood, leather here it is standing.. :