An act of madness in the garden, abrupt and incongruent. Marble eccentricity erupting from the ground, an overflow from the sewers of sanity. Freedom from the Victorian constricted neatness, the sculpted hedges, the perfect maze, an escape from the yellow wallpaper and the flock velvet. This icon of silliness, standing in proud dilapidation, a stone handlebar moustache from another age, somewhere to stop and have tea with a hatter and ponder the wonders of bygone bonkersness and an upside down kingdom, where disciples are found in trees and saviours in stables.
© Keren Dibbens-Wyatt 2016
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