The Exquisite Corpse technique was invented by Surrealists and is similar to an old parlour game called “Consequences” in which players write in turn on a sheet of paper, fold it to conceal part of the writing, and then pass it to the next player for a further contribution. Surrealism principal founder André Breton reported that it started in fun, but became playful and eventually enriching. Breton also states the diversion started in 1925 and could have started much earlier, possibly around 1918.
- Look at my image and read my two sentences worth of my character’s journey.
- Take the thoughts from the last sentence and create your own twist to my character’s journey in two sentences.
- To be daring, add some atmosphere to the image to go along with your shoes journey.
- Only fantasy, everyday, favorite, or someone else’s shoes are to be presented.
- Present your fabulous shoes in a square format in any medium.
One day the crazy shoe lady took a break in the shady courtyard. She pondered on her next step into space with her high stepping elevator shoes.
The elevator did not rise high enough for me to dance in the air. I tied on beautiful shoes and danced elsewhere…
Opened my box, shoes shined bright as the sun. I just realized I am being followed, faster, faster, faster, I run….
I ran so fast and so far that pretty soon I was in the middle of a field, surrounded by sheep. A windmill stood against the bright blue sky in the distance and my cowgirl boots dug into the dirt beneath me.
I sped down a trail when a blue lemur jumped by, leaping over its’ tail, I magically began to fly. Soon earth disappeared from under my feet, I relaxed on a cloud to hear singing angels so sweet.
The clouds grew thunderous so I sprang for my green rain boots, and then with a clang the trap-door flew open, releasing a torrential down pour. The shock was so great that I fell right out of my boots and straight down with the rain.
Falling and flipping over so I was facing downward, I felt the icy sting of pellets of sleet and cold water hit my face and wet my entire body from head to my pointed toes and I realized my feet were now encased in slender icicles of ice. Suddenly, a snowy mountain appeared and my icicle skis touched softly into the powder on the slope.
The snow on the mountain transcends to the valley where she notices the powder changing to the faint aroma of gun powder. Bambi however, cannot be found because the acoustics of the hunter’s boots are reverberating.
She flits, flees and scampers through the harrowing narrows along the great divide. Fortunately her guardian angel tells her to click her ruby reds three times because there is no place like home.
Home, sweet home at last; all dashing, danger and dancing is in the recent past. Settled in quite cozy for a peaceful night, sitting by the comfort of warm lamplight—resting & reviving to begin anew—wondering tomorrow which shoes will do?