History of this Tableaux:
It started after lunch.
She had chick-topped Nougat Easter eggs.
I was transplanting violets to our newly-created shady courtyard garden.
Everybody bought eggs at the same time - where will we put them all?
The blender came about as I rummaged about in my brothers cupboards for a better, quieter bowl for my new goldfish. I mentioned to him the famous 'goldfish in the blender' artwork, which I saw (a replica of) in Denmark.
So this arrangement is my creative exploration for Easter week.
Yes, life is precious. Yes, you would never hurt a chick. Or would you?
Questions arize. Am I the chick, the blender, the blender operator or the eggs?
And more importantly, how to the chicks really feel about all this?
Imminent doom and irrepressibility both look equally valid.
This artwork shows how I'm living my life.
I think I will continue to choose irrepressible. Its much better than the alternative.