Danielle Horn
London Guildhall University : BA(Hons) Fine Art
Contact: daniellehorn8@yahoo.co.uk
A Story
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Artist Statement: Title: A Story
She was bored and decided to wander into the forest, jumping and skipping into the dry leaves making them swerve on the ground. She saw a few daisies that she decided to pick and sat down by a tree making a daisy-chain. The clouds suddenly covered the sun throwing the forest into an uncomfortable and cold shadow. She felt tired. She felt herself sucked down a hole where her thoughts and dreams tumbled around her. She was dizzy. She held her breath. She couldn't breath. She was breathless. She floated and floated down this hole for what seemed like a long time as she had time to ask herself whatever could happen next. "I wonder how many miles I have fallen?" she thought. Eventually she touched ground falling on a heap of dry sticks and leaves. Her eyes were still shut. She was too scared to open them. When she opened them she was disappointed to see that she had landed in a forest that looked very similar to the one she had just left. "How will I go back? It's easier to fall down a hole than to climb up one." She felt like someone else. She enjoyed being two people. Suddenly, she raised her head and looked as far up as she possibly could from her shrunken little height, as if the fragments of a melody carried on a breeze were reaching her from afar. She stood this way for a while looking around nervously, then the mysterious music suddenly vanished. This music intrigued her. She stood behind a tree not knowing what to expect. She saw gooseflesh on her skin. She did not know what made it. It wasn't cold. She felt like someone was watching her. So she looked around her but all she could see were trees beside more trees. She could hear the ticking of a clock. in the distance she saw a White Rabbit, standing immobile in the middle of the forest. He was holding a clock that wasn't ticking every second like normal ones do. Suddenly, out of nowhere a second rabbit appeared. The two ghostly rabbits held hands, taking steps from side to side and turning in a ring. They danced and laughed... Both companions stamped their feet harder and rose a few centimetres above the ground. In a moment they were rising slowly in a spiral. Soon enough they vanished through the trees leaving behind their fading laughter. She was left alone without being able to join them. She too wanted to know how to dance and fly into the sky. A strong sweet smell suddenly filled the whole forest. It was so beautiful that she decided to search for it. She was hypnotised by it and entered the forest deeper and deeper. She eventually came across these pretty flowers that had managed to grow through the thick pile of dry leaves covering the ground. She had picked a small bunch when she was interrupted by the sound of their distant laughter. She stood there very still waiting for them to reappear. The noise was slowly getting closer. The rabbits were also attracted to the scent of these flowers. She shared the bunch with her two friends. The strong smell tickled their nostrils. Growing shivers traveled along her spine. The smell was unreal. She felt drunk and disorientated. The
flowers put them to sleep. They were already floating and laughing. She
ran after a little voice so as not to lose sight of the enchanting display
of her imagination gliding around her. But she realised with anguish that
they were flying like birds and she was falling like a stone. That they
had wings and she would never have any...
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