One of my flickr contacts, Mary Hockenbery, posted this photo of a girl and an elephant from a small traveling circus in New Mexico.
I can’t stop staring at it. It’s haunting. It fills me with sadness.
I remembered I drew a little sketch last month inspired by that old nursery rhyme/song about the animal fair.
I went to the animal fair,
The birds and the beasts were there,
The big baboon by the light of the moon was combing his auburn hair…
The monkey he got drunk, and sat on the elephant’s trunk
The elephant sneezed, and fell to his knees, and what became of the monk?
Somehow, in my brain, that elephant at the animal fair is me. I’ve got a chain across my eyes and a little girl perched triumphantly on top of my head. Is the little girl my madness? My stepmom? I know who the drunken monkey is… that’s my dad.
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