Prose in Visual Verse

The images proposed by Visual Verse are usually the kind that make me tiptoe around the edges before I have a clue what if anything, the image inspires. This one though, by Helen Marten, seemed to shout at me. I knew his story as soon as I looked into his goggly middle-aged eyes and his outsize jam-jar.

VV-September-Helen-Marten

You can read my interpretation of this painting here.

And you can read the story so far here.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

17 thoughts on “Prose in Visual Verse”

      1. When I was training to be a teacher in a fancy part of London. I remember one morning the mother screeching into the classroom because she said he’d run off. We found him hiding in the boot of the car…

      2. He did, for hiding from his mother. She was an artist and insisted he had an artistic temperament. Only problem, he couldn’t draw/paint/create for nuts. She hounded him.

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