Description
The ghost of an abandoned carnival fading into the sunset. Acrylic painting based on an Inktober 2019 sketch.
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~Story by Michelle Rose Diehl www.instagram.com/mdiehlwriter…
The essence, the soul of a carnival was sensation. Without its movement, its lights, smells and sounds, a carnival was nothing but a cadaver. As Henry drifted down the center gallery toward the overgrown leaf monster of the Ferris wheel - on either side plush tigers and hippos peering out of stalls through a curtain of vines - it was the stillness, the silence that he found most eerie.
Round bulbs gray with dirt traced the outer edge of the swings’ faded pink and yellow awning. Henry sat in a plastic seat and swung his feet, but the rusty chains remained still. Past a funhouse with oversized clown faces weeping streaks of peeled paint, Henry swept over to the carousel to mount a dingy purple horse with a twirl of ivy growing round its brass pole. Again his attempts to reanimate the carnival’s corpse met with failure.
It seemed like it should have worked. The carnival was a body without a soul, after all, and Henry was a soul without a body. Perhaps the essence of man was too reasonable to fuel a beast of such frivolity, considered the ghost.
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