Abandon Normal Instruments

The first thought would be to re-contextualize certain objects. A wall clock becomes a plate. A book is now a coaster. Then things get a little bit more strange. Paintings slide off of the wall and become oil iridescent puddles on the hardwood floor. A guitar screams like a murder of crows. I have a vision of a man being lowered down onto a stage. He is sitting in the crook of a crescent moon, playing the guitar. I have another vision. His father is the captain of a ship. He and the ship are both lost at sea, under a blanket of stars. The compass will not work. They are too close to the North Pole, or if that doesn’t work, the water is magnetized. The captain uses the stars to navigate. What makes the scene so much sadder, though, is the knowing that the stars are actually Christmas tree lights, and the lights are being used in place of spoons.