#persistence of memory

Brusha x Dyle !

Have you hoped it would be dripping with angst?

Well, I'm happy to announce it's here!

Perseverance

Joan Watson has had her life ripped out from under her, a kidnapping and cryosleep marooning her in the twenty-second century. At least Sherlock is here—and, due to some blackly humorous twist of fate, so is Jamie Moriarty. And so is a compudroid that calls itself Watson. Joan rebuilds her life from the ashes. And maybe catches an international criminal mastermind along the way.

9,000 words. WIP. Updates will happen whenever they happen.

Warning: will NOT make sense without reading "Persistence of Memory" first.

Basically, their job is to take a famous artwork (for my 5s, I give them nine to choose from) and recreate it in a way that represents their own lives.

When I did this with grade 8s I got some cool, out of the box stuff, but my 5s usually just opt to draw or paint something that mimics the style. So there are a lot of "Starry Night" style farms and cabins on a lake, and Keith Haring style "comics" of favourite memories, or beach vacations about to be washed away by the "Great Wave Off Kanagawa."

But this year, I decided to do an example piece to try to give them more ideas/inspiration to think outside the box.

Which is how I ended up spending over 4 hours creating... this...

It's made by pressing plasticine onto a piece of paper. It's a style I remember seeing in books when I was younger, though I don't remember much more than the fact that all the illustrations were done out of plasticine.

(I did try googling and found a couple of illustrators/authors that do this style, but none of them were the books I remember)

Anyway... this prompted 1 to do a mix of plasticine and painting, and several created sculptures.

at the edge of nowhere

the crossroads of to and fro

lick the melting time

that drips into the sand

do not touch the grass

you find in fleeting patches

just eat the greenbacks out of hand

you find him wilting

you can, you can

fillet the man

broiled for the spoiling of the land

cleave the reaving memories

of greatness few can stand

they call it fair, so call it fair

in the cast of dreams

at the edge of nowhere

Salvador Dalí

The Persistence of Memory

1931