The Mother this time. On the opposite side of the Pineapple.
“Welcome home, Sonny, ” she said again.
Category Archives: Red Umbrella
00490201 (Dixie (begin again (the red line continues)))
Filed under ***collages 2d, **VIRTUAL SL, 0049, 0201, Alabama, Back Rooms, Europe, Google Street View, Middletown, Red Umbrella, Siberia
00490115
I kick the can further down the road, see R Y B “Goth” aliens riding atop a green UFO picking up not a basketball but a man, it appears. Beamed. Jack Beamed. Father we can assume.
The buck stops there, end of a (red) line, end of a life. The green man removes his head to pay respects. Zappa was not to be engaged for the great uncle and his great nephew during this time, so is gray hidden behind green. Never mind that’s actually Ringo Starr standing in for Frank Zappa from “200 Motels”. One and the same (again).
A miniature Baker Bloch looks at 7 stones piled one on top of one on top of one, expanded from an original four. Tiny red and blue animated robots are stuck on either side, unable to approach each other and become one. Dixie.
Let’s begin again. Hands…
Filed under ***collages 2d, **VIRTUAL SL, 0049, 0115, Google Street View, Middletown, Red Umbrella
00490113 (AR*T*?)
Entering a Population Place…
… called yatt if you didn’t know any better. 319 people according to this sign. Relevant too.
Central church hadn’t changed/fixed its sign (“JESUS S ALIVE AND WELL”)…
… in at least a year and a half. Another missing letter, like from *W*yatt.
Basketball at head of pool across st. from this church *has* been picked up (“changed/fixed”) in the intervening year and a half.
Hmm, picked up basketball representing head along side of street again…
Let’s see where this takes us next!
Filed under ***collages 2d, **VIRTUAL SL, 0049, 0113, Google Street View, Middletown, Missouri, Red Umbrella
Hook Tender (Southern delusion)
The surrounding white trees should have been a clue about the situation. Conquests, she called them at another time, another place (Horns). The mannequin in the yard (Roxanne) doesn’t want to hear anything about the making of babies; she wants to remain innocent and pure and white (as the driven snow). She doesn’t want to fall into the Black Hole at the center of the Milky Way, a dreamer lost to reality. Reality is *here*. There is no black behind the white for her, being, you know, a dummie and all. Simple, perhaps. A meat and potatoes kind of (wooden) girl.
Fireworks trees, some call them, but that would be more on the opposite side.
We’ve seen the mannequin before. Scarlet some called her, a person ruled by Terra: Earth. Grounded in the soil. She’ll never be tired or poor or hungry again. She thus becomes a mannequin, seeing no other recourse. Stuck in the yard, she is, with a UFO above trying to beam her back up into the sky but not succeeding. Pineapple down the road shoots a cherry red laser beam and mows down a pair of blue-not-green A_Team traitors, influencing the rocket. Frosty turns away, still cold from the grave. Homer sits on the porch. *Homer* *sits* on the *porch*.
Face it.
rose hips
Sammie Parr visits the Red Umbrella and has a hard time understanding.
—–
“I do kind of like this piece,” she says to her devoted boyfriend of 4 years walking in from an adjacent room on the 3rd and last floor of the gallery, one Richmond Petersburg of Norfolk Virginia, out on leave from the navy.
“Art… like me.” She laughs at her mistake, perhaps a Fraudian slip. “I mean, *red* like me. The Art word.”
Richmond comes beside her and also studies from across the rail. He has an eye for detail. “Like the jigsaw piece as well, honey, the one at the top sort of holding the other 3 up.” He points. “The blue, the green, the yellow. It’s like they’re, I don’t know, being drug through the air. Airborn: yes, that’s it.”
Big nosed Achilles T. Pippins studying the next collage over suddenly sneezes and everyone in the gallery and more becomes infected. Stay safe out there!
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Later in the hospital, Achilles sees this same collage “open up” for him (as best it could) and he is able to pass the red woman attracting his attention so much before right up. Higher goals he has now! The gates swing wide.
Devoted wife of 40 years Mary Pippins is inconsolable (*sniff*).
Sammie Parr and Richmond Petersburg are fine and have forgotten all about meeting schnozzle cursed Achilles in the gallery. “I like your red outfit,” he said before parting.
Filed under ***collages 2d, **VIRTUAL SL, 0023, 0509, Black Ice, NWES Island, Red Umbrella
All Orange
“Vandalism, child. Someone’s added that yellow boy to *both* parts of the collage.”
Calm Grammy calm, thinks Toddles the psychic toddler, sensing something higher going on here. She sees a revamp of the entire Red Umbrella gallery sometime soon built around this change. Canada: she knew it was always going to end with our cold neighbor to the North. Pictures; they’re starting to enter all the pictures.
The boy is somehow 102. She wonders what *that* means.
“I’m so disgusted with all this, Toddles, I think I’ll just go home and play with my belt. Become one with it.”
Filed under ***collages 2d, **VIRTUAL SL, 0023, 0216, Black Ice, Bogota, Great Belt, NWES Island, Picturetown, Red Umbrella
draining the swamp (reverso world)
“He’s one of us now.”
Filed under ***collages 2d, **VIRTUAL SL, 0023, 0213, Bogota, Oz, Picturetown, Red Umbrella, Springfeld
letter
Hi Mr. Baker Bloch!
I’m admitting it’s so scary to write you (insert wavery letters there!). I *adore* your Red Umbrella Gallery and all the ART within and am so glad it has returned to [NWES City] (!!). My psychic grandchild and I have already visited several times. You may have heard of the gallery’s relation to a murder last year in our fair weather city. That’s me (!!!). I was the one who saw the rabbit in the collage — let’s see, that was Sam Parr 08 I believe — and told the police about it. Ms. Tanner and her private dick friend Percy. You may know them by now. Dr. Rabbid Baumbeer I’m talking about here. His corpse was discovered in a sewer over in Apple’s Orchard. I don’t go over there much any more because of it. And to think at the time it was known as the “Mild East” of [NWES City].
*Anyway*, have to run. It’s *so* nice to write you, and a bit relieving as well. I’ve thought about your work *so* much since it’s come to [NWES City] and also visited your own village of Collagesity back in the fall while doing further research on the murder. The newest gallery of yours in NWES, Bogota, still, um — well, still exploring that one. But the Boos gallery beside it is prim-o! I love how the interpretations flow from one collage to another in [Sunklands].
Toddles is urging me we need to go to the store. I promise to write later (!!!!).
Your fan and secret friend,
Alice L. Farrowheart the 5th
Alice Farrowheart looks down on the letter she just typed on her old timey computer-typewriter and wonders if she overdid it with the exclamation marks. Perhaps so, but, after all, this is very exciting. She’s talking directly to a maker now (!!!!!). Now if she just has the courage to send it.
Filed under ***collages 2d, **VIRTUAL SL, 0021, 0414, Apple's Orchard, Black Ice, Jeogeot, Marwood, Neptune, NWES Island, Red Umbrella
“Triumph of the Toys”
“And something about *this* one. That man at the top with the flowy hair.”
“All right, child. I’ll mark it down for later inspection. Here, let me take another snapshot with my phone.”
Alice Farrowheart again wonders briefly if pictures are allowed in the gallery but reinforces to herself that she doesn’t care. The study of *synchronicity* trumps all, since it is a bridge-maker. Important term, and one she’s been using a lot in her journal lately. The Little Book of Synchronicities. She’ll worked on it when she gets back to the apartment. Along with playing with the belt again, hehe. She’s been experimenting for days.
“We’re done, Gramma. That’s the last.”
“Good job. Let’s go home.” Alice wishes they could take the subway back but knows that’s a way off. Walking is good for the soul, though. The belt can wait.
Filed under ***collages 2d, **VIRTUAL SL, 0021, 0412, Black Ice, Jeogeot, NWES Island, Red Umbrella
it’s back!
“Where are you again, Toddles? I can see the green (right) and the gray (left) but you’re nowhere to be found. I need you to be *somewhere* — and just not in my head.”
“Behind the UFO,” the small child spouted in her cute-as-a-button voice. So wise for someone so little, but that’s the psychic part working its way in. She can also see into the 4th dimension and bend her vision around things.
Alice Farrowheart finally understood that her grandchild, speaking directly into her mind at the time, was behind the saucer centered collage in the middle of the room on the easel. She decides to move around it to examine the bigger collage more, framed by the green and gray figures she mentioned earlier and spanning two of the 4 walls. But — right or left?
“Choose right,” uttered the magical child, sensing her thoughts and spacial placement again. “Then left till you get to the umbrella. She wanted to emphasize green over gray for a particular reason. She had already told Alice the Pooh (bear) holding a red parasol and pulling a blue cart with a honey pot was exactly halfway between (Phil!).
“*There* you are, child. And there’s the umbrella tucked snug in the corner, just like you said. Not surprising of course.”
“Right between the two,” Toddles reinforced, into her sight and out of her mind, to Alice Farrowheart’s relief. The prescient toddler pointed to the doubly displaced green “T” at the bottom of a Telephone pole and elaborated the connection with Colona, the twin city of Teepot in the Confederation. A graphic representation of what she said to her grandma for now; more later:
We end with a front pic of the Red Umbrella gallery itself, returned to NWES City as of yesterday:
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Sunklands 
