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The Owl and The Pussycat went to sea in a nuclear submarine, over La Mer Opale

“La Mer Opale” – Coralie Clément.  (Produced by Benjamin Biolay)
“The madman and the writer are men who see an abyss and fall into it”,  wrote Honoré de Balzac.
Apparently, so are artists.

Ah – to open Pandora’s Box AND a Can of Worms at the SAME time – and pour them into the opening Flood Gates.

Donna and I had been discussing something in her book “The Eternal Kiss of The Witch and The Soldier”, and I had made a joke about the tale of “The Owl and the Pussycat” - how it could mirror our own love-story.

Which set Donna off into peals of laughter - which is How I ended up adapting the art from my Strega Liquore poster to use as a base for this merry visual sojourn.

So here we are! On a different beach with a different sea. But the song remains the same - as the Led Zeppelin song sings.

L'amour nomade
Est vagabond
Ce n'est qu'un dirigeable
Vers l'horizon

L'amour bohème
S'en fout au fond
De ces impondérables
Désillusions

Décues
Des pactes scellés
Qu'on croyait rompus
Des idées qu'on croyait reçues

La lune est pâle
Et son reflet dans la mer opale

Brille au loin
On est bien
Brille au loin
On est bien

Nomadic love
Is a wanderer
It's just an airship
Towards the horizon

Bohemian love
Doesn't really care
Of these imponderables
Disillusionments

Disappointed
Sealed pacts
That we thought were broken
Ideas that we thought received

The moon is pale
And its reflection in the opal sea

Shine in the distance
We are good
Shine in the distance
We are good

It started like this: “The Owl and The Pussycat went to sea in a nuclear submarine”.
BUT! It turns out this is not just any old nuclear submarine it is A Yellow Submarine . . .

Not only is this a ‘flight of fancy’ – but the submarine itself takes flight –
The whole incident would have gone unnoticed had I not stopped to capture this moment of my Love on the beach, and the startled cacophony of the seagulls, in concert with her cry of astonishment.

For that was when I noticed that the balloon was not just any old balloon.
This is the one that was used for “Fly Me To The Moon”.

It was an apparition, a fairytale transported by a pop song, drifting my into my painting of a memory of a day on a beach in another country of the Mind, where the morning moon shines down on a beach owned by the Richest Man In Babylon – which is me – and I cannot stop any of this from happening, unless I awaken from this dream within a dream.

My Owl and Pussy cat
I explained to Donna - this is the Witch and the Soldier in disguise making their escape.

In the meanwhile . . . we can take a moment to >> Damn Death