Originally from a photo taken in October 1979, of Brezner and Honecker greeting each other at a meeting of socialist states to celebrate 30 years of the GDR in East Berlin.
This painting was painted on the Eastern side of the Berlin Wall in 1990 then recreated in 2009 for the East Side Gallery.
“In this painting, there’s one German and one Russian, and the Berlin Wall is about the same thing but in reverse: here there’s total love, while the Berlin Wall separates two worlds — it was a perfect fit.” – Vrubel, the artist , explains how both the location and the characters give meaning to the painting.
I took this photo of the artwork in 2018. My take on today’s prompt.
No one believed it was fate but we knew different.
They said it wouldn’t last. It was doomed to failure. The nay-sayers couldn’t believe it even if they wanted to. And they didn’t want to. It’s not that they had a vested interest in our failure – or did they?
We did have the luxury of prior knowledge. Our ability to time travel had enabled us to predict future events well.
This had come in handy to support the affluent lifestyle we had become accustomed too. Futures stock prices were due to plummet but only for a short time. Buying low and selling high is the dream of any investor. To us it was the key to a happy and adventurous life.
If only those non- believers had trusted us with their money we could have doubled their capital for them. If only they had wished us well instead of casting us out from their clique. We left them to their belief in fate.
The TV sat silently in the corner. It’s blackened screen neglected and covered in cobwebs.
Once upon a time it had been vibrantly alive with its psychedelic colours pulsing spasmodically to the rhythm of the jarring music. Gyrating silhouettes performing against a backdrop of smoke and strobing lights. The deep black images popping in contrast to the earlier model.
Canned laughter and cartoon characters to lure the kids into developing square eyes. But that was in another era. Before IT happened.
The cartoon hero cavorted across the screen like a whirling dervish. Suddenly it stopped it’s whirling and beckoned to the child sitting cross-legged on the carpet. “Come closer and I’ll tell you a secret”, it whispered. The child complied, drawn by the attractive colours and its one-dimensional flat faced smile. “There is a magical world in here, far beyond reach of parents who nag you to do the dishes.” “All you have to do is close your eyes and make a wish”
Crossing his fingers, the child closed his eyes and wished as hard as he could. Instantly, he was twirling and spinning in ever-decreasing circles. When he opened his eyes, it was there. A brand new iPad. Chuckling with glee, the child touched the shiny surface of this new gadget. At once he was hooked. Gaming was his new world.
And that fancy plasma TV – it was now obsolete and sat sulking in the corner.
The bathtub was awash with foaming bubbles. Luminescent scales sparkled in the light as the dragon writhed and flexed her body. The warm water soothed her muscles as she soaked away the soot and cinders of the battle.
It had been a huge battle in the skies above the castle ramparts. Fiery flashes illuminated the night as the two dragons roared and soared around each other, each searching for that weak chink in the other’s armoured scales. At last the purple dragon stabbed with its back claw and found the chink. The black dragon spiralled down, crashing into the forest below.
The victor landed on the North tower, folding her tired wings and surveyed the courtyard. It was empty. “That’s strange”, she thought, “Where has everyone gone?”
Surely she had landed back in the right castle. She stomped down the stairwell calling out as she went. Down she descended into the lair beneath the castle. The delicious smell of cooking grew stronger the closer she got to the kitchen fires. She was famished after her hard work. She longed to fill her empty belly. She sneaked into the kitchen hoping to grab a bite to eat.
“Oh no you don’t – not until you get washed up – there will be no supper for you. Off to the bathtub with you – and don’t come out until those scales are scrubbed clean! And just where is your brother? He had better not be late for supper either”
She was wallowing in the wasted waterworks of self pity. She had been embarrassed to be humiliated in front of the crowd. Especially as the accusations came from a member of her own family. She felt the sting of rejection and yet… in her heart she knew the truth. All she had to do was to ignore the cruel lies and hold her head up high. Her truth would be told someday.
Sighing, she dried her eyes, took a deep breath, drew up to her full height and strode forward. It would take courage to get back her sense of self esteem. In time, she would believe in herself again. Taking strength from this unexpected challenge to her sense of identity, she determined to move in a different direction.
Often we take rejection in a personal way, internalising it until it seems to mean something it actually doesn’t. She reminded herself, “You’ve not been rejected. You’ve been redirected.”
Look for the glow of their city lights in the night sky. See them fly that rocket of green. Heading home to their galaxy star castles.
Or are they coming here, sight unseen, to harvest the unsuspecting ones? Those who dare to venture out at night, those who point cameras towards the light to capture Lady Aurora’s sunglow. Do they sit in their skyscrapers looking down on our world. Are they scheming to capture the photographers who seek the mysteries of their skies?