The Bubbles Were Constellations - John William Evelyn, 2014. 0.05mm & 0.03mm pen on watercolour paper

“He drew another breath and, upon it’s release, sent a flurry of bubbles forth into the sky. They bobbed and danced as they floated up onward into the depths of the night. Some would reach such heights that, in drawing closer to the moon, began to pulse and swell until, with a jubilant pop, they blossomed into tiny stars.

As each star drifted, nearing their own silent place of rest in the night sky, they began to glow a brilliant, dazzling white.

Once the bustle of bubbles had dissipated and the stars were sat proudly in their sleepy clime, he set his frothy, bubble concoction down on the ground at his side and settled for a moment.

With the constellations in place at last, it was finally time for him to make good on the preparations he had dutifully laboured over. Come tomorrow night, he would lower his modest ship onto the bed of clouds below and set sail. He would follow the magnificent new map that was now proudly blinking and glistening overhead.”

- Excerpt from ‘To Climb, To Fall From Trees’, my current work in progress.