hold my hand and walk me round an art gallery and whisper fake stories of the paintings in my ear
Can’t wait until I’m back home and get to use them.
Wow, that’s such a great idea! The Cardcaptor Sakura fangirl in me has been complaining for a long time that I didn’t invest in those back in the day…
Each time, she finds herself tormented by her terrible fear of the rattling skeleton of a huge gorilla, which she believes inhabits the house at night. The sole purpose of his existence is to strangle her to death. In passing, she looks, as she does every night, at the large Rubens painting depicting “The Rape of the Sabine Women.” These two naked, rotund women remind her of her mother and fill her with loathing. But she adores the two dark, handsome robbers, who lift the women onto their rearing horses. She implores them to protect her from the gorilla. She idolizes a whole series of fictional heroes who return her gaze from the old, dark paintings that hang throughout the house. One of them reminds her of Douglas Fairbanks, whom she adored as a pirate and as the “Thief of Baghdad” in the movie theater at school. She is sorry she has to be a girl. She wants to be a man, in his prime, with a black beard and flaming black eyes. But she is only a little girl whose body is bathed in sweat from fear of discovering the terrible gorilla in her room, under her bed. She is tortured by fears of the invisible.
Who knows whether or not the skeleton will crawl up the twines of ivy that grow on the wall below her window, and then slip into her room. His mass of hard and pointed bones will simply crush her inside her bed. [..]
After she has undressed and lies in bed, she uses her imagination to conjure up a group of night watchmen who appear in her empty room in the shape of her heroes. Silently, they position themselves to stand guard around her bed: the two robbers of the Sabine women; the strong, menacing-looking Arabian who was painted by her uncle Falada; Douglas Fairbanks with his gleaming saber and his belt full of pistols; and Captain Nemo, who is playing a loud and uplifting piece of music on an organ. She can clearly see the circle of her protectors in her room. It is because of them that she remains alive until the morning.
(From Dark Spring by Unica Zürn)