AND THE PINK MOON BURNT BRIGHT
MEDIUM: WATERCOLOUR (TRIPTYCH)
“The moon is my mother. She is not sweet like Mary.
Her blue garments unloose small bats and owls.”
- “The Moon and the Yew Tree”, Sylvia Plath
‘These colourful planets were inspired by my little girl, whose imaginative world, “Lauralia,” I so very much wish to live in. In her mind, there are flowers as big as trees, and beetles that bake honey cakes, skies filled with pattern and rainbows and five humongous, bright blue suns. The moon, she says, is pink like raspberries (a current favourite of hers). The idea of a pink moon fascinates me so, because, loving the moon as it is, I never thought to dream of it differently. A dripping yolk or a light to dance by, Plath’s austere moon that keeps cold vigil over the world is what I always believed the moon to be. Now, my moon burns bright pink. When you close your eyes, what moon do you see? Round or yawning or slivered or winged. Whatever it is, I hope it’s colourful.’
Katherine, old enough, somewhere cloudy ✯ IG: @katherineelsienicholson
“Katherine is a neuroscience and literature student who misses home very much. She is a lover of stories and astrocytes, and big green fields.”