Illustration Friday - FARM and Sunday Scribblings

This is a combined IF entry and first entry for Sunday Scribblings is #24 - I would never write...

I didn't think I would ever write a descriptive passage about an object that doesn't even exist. Gewl is a word that I made up and the accompanying drawing is what my mind told me it would look like.

I have written newspaper articles and short stories, so it's natural for me to want to tell a story and explain things in writing. For "Gewl" however, it was important to not fabricate with words and thoughts anything beyond the meaning of the image, but to merely complement the visual experience:

A forgotten fence line is punctuated by boundary markers, rusty skeletal implements and things you think you must have seen before. Recall the waft of dusty old from overstuffed horsehair sofas and pressed flowers. Hot dry parching winds burn on starched and carefully mended black linen; whitewashed, worn clapboard and ripening wheat.

Things you think you must have seen before:
Lemonade and sweat,
sweet and sour,
peppermints and polished oak church pews,
beauty and pain,
life and death,
delicate and brutal.

Forgotten obsolescence, from the time before time remembered: Forgotten recipes for preserves.
Remnants of bone and hair (whose bone and hair?), forgotten stories and forgotten lives.
A shiny, threadbare and black, painstakingly embellished chandelier/ scarecrow is left to its beautiful decay. Obsolete.
Golden metallic stalks still rooted in the earth draw sharp lines that hint at the growth, the driven survival of the weeds. In contrast, the silvery eroded wood with raised grain, from the relic, has been severed from its foundation of earth and memory. Things you think you must have seen before.