If I stole away to the meadows
to wish a star to my fingertips
or blow a kiss to the midnight sky,
would you believe me a fool?
Or dreampt of inhabiting majestic castles,
entranced by royal knights
who conquer mythical dragons,
would you label me childish?
Hiding behind your false facade,
finding priority in your riches,
you exalt your synthetic world
by bowing to the axiom of society.
With a viper's tongue you cripple,
judging the creation of my fantasies
with pretentious ignorance.
Your envy for my innocence is foul.
(Teri Kilgore)
One of the images from my "No Need To Breed" exhibition which has opened this month in Ljubljana, Slovenia. What do you think of it?