A mansion of imagery for a mansion of words, and only memory as the medium of reciprocal enfolding
It has slowly dawned on me in recent weeks that Peter Milton's art, as deployed in the 25th Anniversary Edition of John Crowley's Little, Big, provides the people, places, and things upon which one might inscribe the text of the novel in order to memorize it, unless of course it's the other way around. Why I didn't see this sooner I don't know, except that I did see it sooner, and have been conceptualizing and articulating the relationship between art and text in that light from the very beginning. I just didn't consciously discover it until the arts of memory, however unconsciously deployed, tricked me into it. Not her but this park; not this park but her.