Oct 31, 2011: Stones with Faces
Is this okay as an IOtD?
We moved to our farm three years ago. Now and then we found a stone in the garden with a face painted on it. Cute, we thought. We imagined one of the previous owners had painted one for each person in their family and placed them around the garden. A few months ago we emptied the soil out of an old bath tub that was functioning as part of the old vegie garden. As I dug my hands into the soil I grabbed onto what I thought were potatoes, but they turned out to be more stones with faces. Lots of them, in all sorts of sizes. It was a tad creepy! And then last weekend, at the back of the wood shed, I found an old bucket, sunk into the ground, full of more stones with faces. Here's a shot of them. Why why why would you go to the bother of painting faces onto stones - all different - and then bury them? I feel a horror movie plot coming on...
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Why?
Voodoo.
Those are pretty cool, sandy. I think it's some sort of message...I like it. I might start doing it here at my house.
Those look like happy faces - not tortured, voodoo faces.
I think it's a good omen! Can you research the history of the farm?
Creepy. A perfect IotD for Halloween.
I think it's one for every body they buried in the yard.
Better not dig too deep!
Those look like happy faces - not tortured, voodoo faces.
Yep, but they only started looking happy once we dug them up. When they first emerged they looked pretty frightened and confused.
I think it's one for every body they buried in the yard.
Yep, that's our theory, too. But before they die their souls are harvested and trapped in a stone. We fear we may find more mass graves.
And some stones' paint is peeling off; what would be the meaning of that?
But seriously, I'm kind of concerned that exposure to the light may make them deteriorate. On the other hand, I can't bring myself to bury them again!
Can you research the history of the farm?
Well Brianna, yes and no. I live in a veeeery small town. The last owners had an extremely nasty split up. The old bloke moved to another town, and the woman is still local, but looks slightly terrified each time I see her and go up for a chat. Word has it she is still unable to get over losing her beloved farm (due to the bloke having drunk and gambled it all away) and avoids any discussion about it. The owners before that moved much further away, and are considered incommunicado due to something that happened here, so not sure how I would track them down. I've started asking neighbours if they know about the stones, but none of them knew about them. I am curious, but will have to tread carefully. At least I know they're not Aboriginal artifacts, which is when you get into very blurry territory about correct handling etc.
I was wondering if they were a fad at some time long ago, like macrame. The style of the face painting looks old fashioned to me, but I wouldn't know how to date them.
Do the words Wolf Creek mean anything to you? ;)
I'm just going to go right out on a limb and suggest someone with a major mental illness lived in that house at some time.
yeah, it's not much, but it's all I got.
As far as you know, was there a childless woman ever living in the house?
Oh, and let us know if you've disturbed the restless and probably malevolent spirit that those were keeping down, would you?
Yes, that's definitely creepy and appropriate for today. Thanks!
One halloween when I was in HS, we had grown pumpkins in the garden and had a bunch of them sitting on the front porch, for sale.
One night I heard some noise on the front porch. I turned the porch light on and looked out...most of the pumpkins had been carved (not even removing the innards, just some fast face making, and one that had the word "beer" carved into it) and they were all lined up facing the front door.
I thought it was pretty good. I'm pretty sure it was my neighber...the Neighbor "Hood" who I actually kind of liked even if everyone else called him Damian because he, well, looked like Damian!
The eyes are most striking to me. They seem so . . . I don't know . . . piercing?
It also seems like there is more than one rock of the same person, or there are several who look similar. Such as the girl with the dark whisps of hair.
I also see more than one race - such as the guy with the glasses in the 2nd row from the bottom. There seem to be two of him side by side.
I can imagine how weird it would be to think you are pulling up potatoes and you pull up these rocks! It does seem kind of creepy since you don't know the history.
It's amazing that they have stayed in such good condition after having been buried for so long. You would think the water and bacteria in the soil would have deteriorated the paints more than they did.
(Why did the initial post come out wider than the rest of the posts?)
Sandy, check out this link:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Outsider_art
Have you heard of Outsider art? You could be sitting on a gold mine. Get that to a proper art gallery.
The burying to me suggests the desire to put it out of one's mind, to get rid of it but not in a destructive way. Many forms of therapy suggest turning a stressful event or person into a totem of some sort and physically removing or breaking it to help eliminate the mental fixation. I'm picturing a person--probably a woman--who has a difficult time with anger, or anxiety, and has been taught to habitually "bury" whatever issue is bothering her at a given time. Especially since many of the faces do seem to be repeats.
Some of them appear to be stained with blood.
The shape of the rocks is pretty uniform. Is there an obvious local source?
All blue eyes.
Simple technique, maybe minutes to produce.
I'd guess a kids' game with no value to prevent disposal in the yard.
By all means, let us know if you find anything more about them.
The burying to me suggests the desire to put it out of one's mind, to get rid of it but not in a destructive way. Many forms of therapy suggest turning a stressful event or person into a totem of some sort and physically removing or breaking it to help eliminate the mental fixation. I'm picturing a person--probably a woman--who has a difficult time with anger, or anxiety, and has been taught to habitually "bury" whatever issue is bothering her at a given time. Especially since many of the faces do seem to be repeats.
That's what I
said.
Voodoo.
:)
they really are very cool. I'd have some local art person look at them like footy said. They are very...
haunting :ghost:
That is so awesome. How very interesting.
Yep, but they only started looking happy once we dug them up. When they first emerged they looked pretty frightened and confused.
And with those two sentences you have scared me more than 98% of horror films I have ever watched.
What an amazing and timely IoTD.
Although if this was a film right now I'd be moaning at the screen, "Just move out! Please! Go!"
Keep yourself safe.
My daughter created this one when she was a little girl, I keep it in the flower bed and think of her when I see it.
The shape of the rocks is pretty uniform. Is there an obvious local source?
Definitely not from the farm itself, but we're not far from the coast, and I'm pretty sure there are stones like that on the beaches.
Do the words Wolf Creek mean anything to you?
:D We live in Fish Creek!
was there a childless woman ever living in the house?
You know, I think the last woman WAS childless. I'll check into that. But most seem like adults, with the smaller ones more like kids.
I also see more than one race
The stones themselves are grey, and the face side has been painted with a base colour for the skin. They skin colour ranges from a yellowish to a light brown to peach-pink. So I got the impression it was intended to indicate different races too.
Incidentally, the majority seem to be female, but some are definnitely male.
And since you're our IotD gal:
(Why did the initial post come out wider than the rest of the posts?)
it's because the photo size was too big. I had already reduced it by half, and thought that was enough, but it's still too big.
:eek: OMG burns334! It's good you know your daughter did that and that it gives you happy memories. If I had found one like that amongst my stones I would truly have seriously considered moving out!
Sandy, she was 12 or 13 yrs old and majored in art in college. I looked at your stones as just some child fooling around with paints. I'll show yours to her and see what she thinks. I'm not really sure she remembers the stone I have.
She was quite precocious.
Wow, whoah, whooooo! Freaky, creepy, yet fascinating.
Building on what Wolf, Brianna and Clod have said, perhaps the mentally ill repressive woman doing symbolic self-psychotherapy was not just childless, but also had had a number of miscarriages.
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I looked at your stones as just some child fooling around with paints.
They are clearly painted with a brush, and the detail is so steady and fine that I can't see them having been done by a child, even though the style is simplistic.
And hey, it just occurred to me that your daughter put Amy Winehouses's face on the stone! The shadow gives it a nice beehive hairdo.
Also, I just found
this link, in particular the quote
before we packed up and headed for home, we hid the finished faces in the house.
But not in a bucket buried in the woodshed or in a bathtub full of soil, I notice.
Sometimes, when I read about some ancient curiosity being dug up, I wonder if it isn't anything significant or mystical at all, and is just something banal that somehow lasted better than other more significant things that were done at the time, e.g. maybe the cavemen kids used more durable paints to draw bison on the cave walls, and the ones the adults did - incredibly realistic ones, or ones with explanatory diagrams, got lost because they preferred to use other paint.
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The shape of the rocks is pretty uniform. Is there an obvious local source?
Definitely not from the farm itself, but we're not far from the coast, and I'm pretty sure there are stones like that on the beaches.
Your picture shows the well-rounded stones with the faces and angular broken stones in your soil.
Are there any unpainted but rounded stones on the farm? Or are the painted ones the only round ones?
I'm trying to establish whether the person grabbed whatever stones were handy, or went and got stones and brought them home to paint, or went somewhere and painted the stones and brought the finished ones back.
Your picture shows the well-rounded stones with the faces and angular broken stones in your soil.
The angular ones you see are in gravel that was placed around that bed. Our land doesn't have many stones in it, certainly none like the round smooth ones. But we're close to the coast and you can find a lot of those round smooth stones there.
I feel compelled to get to the bottom of this now for all of you as well as me! Will do my best in the next few weeks. I think if I phoned locals to ask they would put me on the "weird newcomers" list once and for all - we've only been here for 4 years.
This is so interesting! I want to know more!
I'm just going to go right out on a limb and suggest someone with a major mental illness lived in that house at some time.
The burying to me suggests the desire to put it out of one's mind, to get rid of it but not in a destructive way.
That was my first impression, too.
I'm picturing a person--probably a woman--who has a difficult time with anger, or anxiety, and has been taught to habitually "bury" whatever issue is bothering her at a given time.
My image is a bit different.
I picture a male (in overalls), not quite a "man," who buried them surreptitiously. Maybe embarrassed, or to hide them, or to keep them safe in a "taking care of them" kind of way.
I can imagine them being painted as the happy souls of people who were possibly hurt in some way by the painter. He was sorry he hurt them or wanted to remember them in their happy, or nomal, way.
Or, maybe they are just people he loved and admired, but in a quiet, shy way.
(Ooooh, my imagination is running away with me!)
It feels very 1940-1950ish to me. Maybe even earlier.
I wonder if we'll ever know?
It is fun to see the different impressions we all have!
Sandy, I think they are just the medium the artist worked with, many of the faces are the same person, maybe you could sort them by person and see how many different people are there.
Very interesting idea.
Lay them all out on a table, in rows of similar faces. You'll see how many different ones there are, and how many times each one comes up, which would give you an idea of who/what this person was obsessing about most. Are there lots of childlike ones? Lots of adult-looking ones? male or female? That sort of thing.
ETA: please do this before 2012, or after it, but not during it. This is the sort of thing that could open a portal to an alternate dimension or something.
Don't arrange them in a pentacle. Please.
ETA: please do this before 2012, or after it, but not during it. This is the sort of thing that could open a portal to an alternate dimension or something.
Don't arrange them in a pentacle. Please.
I'm the sort of person you should NEVER say "whatever you do, don't touch that buton". So now you've done it.
I'll see about time to sort out the faces. It's farm here guys! A small one by Australian standards perhaps, but still a farm, with weeds and fencing and hanimals and so on.
One thing: I've noticed that the paint is definitely affected by being exposed to the sun and/or air. I've thought of burying them again, but then it will just happen all over again to someone else.
One thing: I've noticed that the paint is definitely affected by being exposed to the sun and/or air. I've thought of burying them again, but then it will just happen all over again to someone else.
Hmmm . . . Maybe that's part of the cycle of life for the stones . . .
Is it time to start calling them "soul-eggs" yet? :D
And perhaps you could drape a hessian bag or something over the stones to protect them from the sun, SP. I'd take care of these things until you've actually decide not to. Don't neglect them, I mean.
You wouldn't want to make them angry.
Is it time to start calling them "soul-eggs" yet? :D
I like that - Soul Eggs. Sounds appropriate. And kinda creepy.
It's probably some perfectly innocent thing, like some poor person was an invalid and passing their time painting, or recovering and painting. Then someone buried them because they were creeping them out.
Maybe someone thought that if they buried the rocks it would take the paint off of them and return them to regular rocks.
That's just what they want you to think...
Zen
You are at least partly responsible for one of my disturbing dreams last night.
The other is an author with similar ideas, but sadly not delivered as succinctly.
Please desist or I shall have to sue you for distress.
Yrs sinc,
etc etc etc
Tail post, but did we ever figure this out?
It's still a live mystery. It has only been a week.
It's a gneiss little puzzle, if we cobble together the evidence something should come up. Keep at it, shale be right. ;)
I live in rural Australia and things move slowly here. If I try to rush about and get people to tell me what they know about it, it just won't work. As I previously mentioned, I can't ask the last owner of this place as she is still suffering a sort of post traumatic stress at having had to leave this place and - even though it had nothing to do with us, we just bought the place - whenever I see her, her face freezes with a smile and then she flees, so I think I'd be pushing things if I asked about the stones, as it could indeed be something she, or her greater family, did here. I plan to suss it out with our neighbours and those of her friends that I know. I've already asked two lots of neighbours (and bear in mind that our neighbours are not all THAT close geographically) and they knew nothing of it. I considered getting the local newspaper to take a photo and ask in an article if anyone knew about them, but my worries about the last owner again make me hesitant.
Rest assured that I shall most definitely post a message as soon as I find out anything at all!
I wouldn't do the newspaper thing. If this is to do with some personal psychotherapy, it would be very embarrassing to have it all come out publicly.
In fact, this might be why the previous own freaks out when she sees you. "She must have found them. Has she found them? How many has she found? Dear God, does she know?"
Sorry, Sundae.
Can you get one of the neighbors that the previous owner isn't scared of to ask?
Yes yes yes, people! I promise I will keep on trying!
"She must have found them. Has she found them? How many has she found? Dear God, does she know?"
:D
I live in rural Australia and things move slowly here. If I try to rush about and get people to tell me what they know about it, it just won't work.
OMG, sounds like The Wicker Man (the original, of course--I don't acknowledge the existense of a remake).
I hated the original, also picnic at hanging rock.
OMG, sounds like The Wicker Man (the original, of course--I don't acknowledge the existense of a remake).
There is no remake.
Only some bizarre DVD footage of Nicholas Cage punching a woman.
I hated the original, also picnic at hanging rock.
Have we spread into a general opinions on rocks in Australia now? Or am I missing a connection?
Will see the ex-owner tonight at a meeting and will try my best to raise the issue with her in a casual sort of way... "Oh hi, would you like a biscuit with that cuppa, and what's with all the creepy stones with faces?" something like that.
Stay tuned.
Spooky movie ... Wickerman ... picnic at hanging rock.
I wouldn't raise the issue this time. Build rapport. If she comes out with it, great, if not, some other time.
ETA: or, sod it, bring a couple of the stones and drop them on the table. "WTF are these?" :lol:
That's actually a good idea, Zen--bring just one with you, say you found it and wanted to give it back to her in case it was a little memento lost in the yard by one of her children (or nieces/nephews if she has no kids.) That way, she doesn't have to panic thinking you found all of them, if it turns out they're hers and she's embarrassed.
But you're half a day ahead of us, so I'm too late anyway. Eager to hear what she said, sandy!
Have we spread into a general opinions on rocks in Australia now? Or am I missing a connection?
--snip
Think of it as continental drift. It happens a lot, and not just in Australia.
We know all there is to know about rocks in Australia.
Men At Work and Uluru.
(drum roll....)
Okay, so I went to the meeting, met said lady, and basically did what ZenGum suggested: pulled one of the stones out of my pocket, and said "o hai, WTF are these?" And she told me.
But my other half says it would just spoil everything if I told you. As Winnie-the-Pooh wisely pointed out: there is a moment just before you eat the honey that is better than actually eating the honey.
:lol:
sandy, you are awesome!
Rest assured that I shall most definitely post a message as soon as I find out anything at all!
You certainly did.
Sometimes, when I read about some ancient curiosity being dug up, I wonder if it isn't anything significant or mystical at all, and is just something banal that somehow lasted better than other more significant things that were done at the time, e.g. maybe the cavemen kids used more durable paints to draw bison on the cave walls, and the ones the adults did - incredibly realistic ones, or ones with explanatory diagrams, got lost because they preferred to use other paint.
I said something like this to my Dad last time we were up at his place.
His farm is on the side of a mountain that was a fairly recently active (in geological terms) volcano, so there's rocks everywhere on his place. In order to create better grazing for his cattle and ease of access in the little bush basher he drives around in, he chucks all the rocks into piles about the place.
Anyway, I said that one day when a new age of civilization comes along, they'll find these piles of rocks and attribute some meaning to them rather than just say, hey, that's just a pile of rocks.
Sandy, you've got us on the edge of our seats, do tell!!!!!!!!!
SP - this must be important; burns334 has only posted 11 times in seven years, and four of those have been in this thread.
Maybe Burns is the owner of the stones and has been waiting all this time for this thread to appear...
Clearly, the truth was too terrible to know, and Sandy has been driven insane. She had one chance to tell us, but her soul is now in the possession of the stone-face god.
The truth will never come out.
Then we'll ALL be driven insane.
Well, more insane.
There has to be a secret Phrase or soMething?
Imma try that.
I keep thinking that this is a thread about Ronnie Wood.
Did I ever mention that I have one Japanese and one German parent? (directly-from, not descendants-of) so that means I'm genetically inclined to enjoy watching people squirm :jig:
But the truth is that the response was so banal that it seems a shame to give it away when there are still some Cellarites who don't even realise yet that I know but am withholding. May I have just a little more squirm please?
I promise to tell tomorrow.
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You do realise, of course, that this simple explanation is just a cover story for what really happened.
Heck you'll probably think those stones are cute, maybe even bring a few inside, decorate the living room. All will be fine ... for a while ... until ... it ... begins ...
Sandy for the love of gawd please tell us!!!
PLEASE!
I need this in my insignificant little life so I don't just chuck it all in!
tell us! Please tell us!!!
No matter how 'banal' you think it is - it might have meaning for someone else!
tell!
:lol:
You're killing us here, sandy!
I like banal. My whole life is banal! I'm thinking of changing my last name to Banal!
Telllllllllllllllllllll!
She said tomorrow. Now you two just keep quiet or you'll get no dessert.
Don't tell Sandy.
Honestly, I mean it.
You know, so there isn't anything spooky or dangerous about it.
But there is no reason we have to know, aside from curiousity.
And why should we be indulged?
Give us some mystery in our lives.
We have precious little these days.
Sorry Sundae, I gave my word, so there's no going back!
Well, she looked at the stone and started smiling, and said she used to go down to the coast and collect buckets full of these stones. She used to paint animals on them - presumably to sell - but her 14 year old daughter (you were right, Burns) painted all the ones with faces. She said she made them into families, with different nationalities, and would play games with the different families of stones. She said there had been about 3 buckets full of the faces. She was surprised that I had found them though. I'm guessing this would have been about 30-40 years ago.
What I forgot to ask was how they came to be buried in the bath tub of soil.
I came home and went over to the stones to have another look at them, to see if I could pick out the various families, and... they were all lying face down. Now THAT is weird.
SP this definitely a Stephen King book! Children of the Stone! ;)
What she neglected to mention, of course, is how her 14-year-old daugher tragically drowned in the bathtub!
And afterwards, the little stone families kept moving when no one was looking, and at night you could hear them sliding around on the ground, and a little girl's voice faintly laughing and playing with them, until they got so afraid that they buried the bathtub and all of the stones together in the ground to get away from them.
But they buried all three buckets of the stones with the bathtub, of course. There's no explanation for how so many of the stones got out into your garden, and under your house, and...
OMG I am going to have to put this thread on ignore.
I came home and went over to the stones to have another look at them, to see if I could pick out the various families, and... they were all lying face down. Now THAT is weird.
:eyebrow: :eek:
Sounds like a case of pranksterish mates.
What she neglected to mention, of course, is how her 14-year-old daugher tragically drowned in the bathtub!
And afterwards, the little stone families kept moving when no one was looking, and at night you could hear them sliding around on the ground, and a little girl's voice faintly laughing and playing with them, until they got so afraid that they buried the bathtub and all of the stones together in the ground to get away from them.
But they buried all three buckets of the stones with the bathtub, of course. There's no explanation for how so many of the stones got out into your garden, and under your house, and...
Now that truly does click with the whole feeling about them for me!
I forgot to tell you all that I also mentioned to the lady that I had posted it on an internet forum and that it had sparked a lively discussion about possible meanings. To my alarm, she said "oh I'd love to see that! Can you send me the link." Link? Not "can you show it to me" or "is there any way I could see that?" Oh dear. I realised that I had said things she might find appalling (eg about why she had to sell up) even if none of you know her. Not to mention the comments about dead babies.
So I sent her a link to the photo on my Flickr page and pasted in all the safe comments from all of you under it, and said alas she can't see the page as it is for members only. Now I can only hope she doesn't think to do a search for the website and find the IotD page.
And if she does... I'M SORRY! It wasn't meant to hurt or offend!
I came home and went over to the stones to have another look at them, to see if I could pick out the various families, and... they were all lying face down. Now THAT is weird.
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Oh god. Now you've really done it.
Seriously, I can imagine the stones being used for drainage in the bathtub, and likewise if the bucket had been used as a planter.
Back to the fun .. there's still enough ambiguity about why these stones were painted and buried for us to play with. Clod, that is creepy. I can hear the tinkling music-box.
I can imagine the stones being used for drainage in the bathtub, and likewise if the bucket had been used as a planter.
Nuh-uh. The stones were distributed evenly throughout the entire bathtub, not just on the bottom. And the bucket was a thin plastic, and was full. No way was it a planter.
and a little girl's voice faintly laughing
Sometimes we do hear what seems to be someone saying something, but it's a man's voice. We have no neighbours within hearing distance, so it used to creep us out a bit. Then we discovere one of our two young steers (about 4 months old) was making the sounds, as if he was mimicking one of us. ("Hey, Porterhouse, this is what the man sounds like: moo MOO moo moo moo moo!")
Then we moved the steers to another paddock, and that paddock now has sheep in it. We heard it again. This time it turns out one of the sheep had started doing it. Either our animals have talents or a weird sense of humour.
BTW, we have some
WWOOFers staying with us at the moment. Last night one of them, from the Netherlands, said she was once sent a stone with a face carved on one side, together with a sort of chain letter telling her she had to mail it on for good luck, otherwise bad luck blablabla. She didn't bother and kept the stone. So maybe...?
OMG you have a steer with a friend called Porterhouse :lol:
OMG you have a steer with a friend called Porterhouse :lol:
We have two steers, Mr T-Bone and Mr Porterhouse. The last three were Stewie, Rumpy and Wellington. They say you shouldn't give names to animals you plan to eat, but we like all our animals to have names (makes it easier to know which one you're talking about) so we keep the names realistic.;)
I, too, think there is way more to the story. Keep us posted. If you can. Muahuauahaaaa!
Oh, and my nieces had a couple cows a few years ago (cows meaning the entire cow genre, I don't know from cow/reproductive abilities names) and named them Chip and Lightbulb. But they ate 'em up yum. ;)
SP - this must be important; burns334 has only posted 11 times in seven years, and four of those have been in this thread.
I'll have to post more for sure, I visit the site almost everyday and never realized that I hadn't said more, I'm really not quite. Maybe I can find the seashells my little girl painted.
You definitely should, burns!
I hated the original ...
Dude, great movie. Funny how tastes vary.
sandy, was that bathtub the one you were planking on earlier in the year???
I keep thinking that this is a thread about Ronnie Wood.
Did anybody get this? Raise your hands.
sandy, was that bathtub the one you were planking on earlier in the year???
I planked a lot earlier in the year when I was in my peak planking condition, but I can't remember planking on a bathtub. Have I perhaps blocked that memory? Even now I find the idea of planking over a lot of hidden faces a bit creepy.
Did anybody get this? Raise your hands.
nope, nor me :confused:
I can't tell you until tomorrow.
I can't tell you until tomorrow.
Touché!
I'm surprised there hasn't been a stoned-off-your-face joke.
Well we got our rocks off.
Did anybody get this? Raise your hands.
Or Ronnie Lane
I enjoyed A Nod's As Good As A Wink ... To A Blind Horse
Ronnie Wood:
[COLOR=black][FONT=Calibri]Ronald David "Ronnie" Wood (born 1 June 1947) is an English rock guitarist and bassist best known as a former member of The Jeff Beck Group, Faces, and current member of The Rolling Stones.[/FONT][/COLOR]
Silly me, of course! We had all the clues, but didn't put them together.
Ronald David "Ronnie" Wood (born 1 June 1947) is an English rock guitarist and bassist best known as a former member of The Jeff Beck Group, Faces, and current member of The Rolling Stones.
That, and he's a
rock star of the top
strata with a
craggy face, who was
stoned a lot, and, um, not that's it for me.
So, we've heard that these stones were *allegedly* painted by a fourteen year old girl.
This does not explain why.
Nor does it explain the manner of their burial. The bathtub thing sounds like a cemetery!
So, this teenage girl, was she ... normal? Was she the sad lonely girl who made these stone because she had no friends? Was she mentally ill? Was she into, maybe satanism, witchcraft, or worse, born-again christianity? Are these her voodoo totems?
In the absence of hard facts (or specific numbers) I think we should just keep making shit up.
:thumb:
(As long as this doesn't up with me having to ask the same woman if her daughter was a friendless nutter with religious issues.)
Did you give her a link to this thread?
So, we've heard that these stones were *allegedly* painted by a fourteen year old girl.
This does not explain why.
Nor does it explain the manner of their burial. The bathtub thing sounds like a cemetery!
So, this teenage girl, was she ... normal? Was she the sad lonely girl who made these stone because she had no friends? Was she mentally ill? Was she into, maybe satanism, witchcraft, or worse, born-again christianity? Are these her voodoo totems?
In the absence of hard facts (or specific numbers) I think we should just keep making shit up.
Lord, I hope not! The rapture's gonna STING with all those rocks flying around.
HungLikeJesus:
I forgot to tell you all that I also mentioned to the lady that I had posted it on an internet forum and that it had sparked a lively discussion about possible meanings. To my alarm, she said "oh I'd love to see that! Can you send me the link." Link? Not "can you show it to me" or "is there any way I could see that?" Oh dear. I realised that I had said things she might find appalling (eg about why she had to sell up) even if none of you know her. Not to mention the comments about dead babies.
So I sent her a link to the photo on my Flickr page and pasted in all the safe comments from all of you under it, and said alas she can't see the page as it is for members only. Now I can only hope she doesn't think to do a search for the website and find the IotD page.
And if she does... I'M SORRY! It wasn't meant to hurt or offend!
Gaaaaah! I truly do hope she doesn't find this forum.
If you don't tell her she'll probably find out when she does the background check.
If you don't tell her she'll probably find out when she does the background check.
background check? for a bee group?
Got an email from the ex-owner today:
Hello Sandy -I'm terribly sorry to disasppoint the many folk who came up with weird and wonderful explanations of Elissa's stones! But I have no idea why the bucket was buried; as far as I knew they were either stored in the old bathtub in the stables, or the woodshed. I took a few buckets with me; these ones I missed somehow. Elissa is quite a well adjusted person who happens to love painting. It all started with a few faces that I painted for fun; then Ellisa copied and became quite involved with family groups and different nationalities etc. She was about 13 years old when she began painting them. (We used to do all sorts of crafty things; I recall she also cut out masses of people from paper and painted them! I still have a bundle.) Apart from all these activities she was a keen horse rider and sports person, also studied the piano and dance so she was quite "normal"! I forwarded your email on to her and she was amazed at the response.
What a nice email and great ending to the story !
She sounds like a nice young lady.
Whew!
She sounds like a really cool lady. Thankfully, she took it with good humor.
Thanks ever so much for the fun journey!!:)
What a wonderful discovery and subsequent journey via the Cellar.
Thanks for sharing all this with us, sandy! :)