Mina Alone III
MINAI shall build my own gallery at Kew for all my paintings. My gallery will be like a railway terminus among the trees. A railway station with no tracks. No rolling stock. No passengers. I’ll pack the whole world up inside. And never steal a single seed. Never cut a single plant. Orphan no tree. Never so much as breathe upon a petal. Never tear another butterfly out of his diurnal wandering. No walls. Open to the sky. Paper walls. And tea. Or biscuits. Or both. SHE PAINTS So I have to travel. I have to go. I have to keep moving . All around the world. I paint and paint and paint and paint every landscape, every vibrant bloom. There are certain settling tasks to perform. Certain gateways to pass through to a peaceful retreat in my perfect little home in the country. Somewhere without many callers. Or any lawn tennis. To sit at perfect peace within a honeysuckle summer house and write my autobiography: Recollections of a Happy Life. WRITES ” No Life is so charming as a country one, and no flowers are sweeter than those of our own country, surely? Primroses, cowslips, bluebells, violets, hedges of sweet briar, hawthorn, blackberry. Nettles, docks, thistles and dandelions. VOICES START PLAYING VERBAL GRANDMOTHER’S FOOTSTEPS VOICES (SOFTLY) /cowslips, bluebells, violets, hedges of sweet briar, hawthorn, blackberry. Nettles, docks, thistles and dandelions…Northia Seychellana, Nepenthes Northiana, Kniphofia Northiae, Crinum Northianum.]… MINA SEIZES THE GUN AND THREATENS THEM. THEY DISPERSE TEMPORARILY, GIGGLING, BUT MINA’S SPACE IS FULL OF MOCKING RHYMES AND VOICES. MINAWhat a killing race the British are.