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I am getting a little ahead of myself, but in the second stanza of the Owl and the Pussy-Cat, Edward Lear mentions the land where the Bong-Tree grows and I think this tree might be just the ticket.  I have been reading Edward Lear: The Life of a Wanderer and I am learning that he traveled extensively and published many books of drawings and a comprehensive book of illustrations of parrots. So he was much more than a writer of wonderful nonsense verse and the inventor of words like runcible and Bong-Tree. Maybe I can work a parrot into this project, perhaps sitting in the Bong-Tree.
THE BONG TREE

About four months ago I made two mosaics inspired by owls in John James Audubon’s Birds of America, using ceramic tiles made by Cinca.  I embellished them with patterns and dots and color.   The palette is more subtle and subdued than what I usually use in my paintings, and I made one of the owls from the warmer colors and one from the cooler colors.  This is the red owl, inspired by the watercolor of the Great Gray Owl below.   So now there’s an owl. In my next post I’ll  share my sketches for the pussy-cat.

It all started when I made a mosaic of an owl which was inspired by a watercolor by John James Audubon.

It is a red owl and it made me think of this poem.  The poem doesn’t mention what color the owl is, but this owl
seemed up to the task of playing a starring role.

I realized that I love all of the images in this poem and I am going to illustrate the whole story with mosaics.

The pea-green boat, the piggy-wig, the turkey, the runcible spoon, the Bong-Tree  and the stars above will be fun to design and make as mosaics.

I am setting a goal of two years to finish this project.

In my next post I will introduce you to the red owl and the watercolor that inspired it.

The Owl and the Pussy-Cat
BY EDWARD LEAR
I
The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea
In a beautiful pea-green boat,
They took some honey, and plenty of money,
Wrapped up in a five-pound note.
The Owl looked up to the stars above,
And sang to a small guitar,
“O lovely Pussy! O Pussy, my love,
What a beautiful Pussy you are,
You are,
You are!
What a beautiful Pussy you are!”

II
Pussy said to the Owl, “You elegant fowl!
How charmingly sweet you sing!
O let us be married! too long we have tarried:
But what shall we do for a ring?”
They sailed away, for a year and a day,
To the land where the Bong-Tree grows
And there in a wood a Piggy-wig stood
With a ring at the end of his nose,
His nose,
His nose,
With a ring at the end of his nose.

III
“Dear Pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling
Your ring?” Said the Piggy, “I will.”
So they took it away, and were married next day
By the Turkey who lives on the hill.
They dined on mince, and slices of quince,
Which they ate with a runcible spoon;
And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand,
They danced by the light of the moon,
The moon,
The moon,
They danced by the light of the moon.