ABSTRACT
Picture this; a dark stormy night and a carriage is making its way toward a walled city. The carriage is drawn by two enormous black cart horses. On the front driving seat is Louise cracking a whip over the horses' heads and intent on manoeuvring the cumbersome horses and vehicle. I am standing on the back foot stall with a clear view of the event. Between Louise and I are large boxes containing highly fragile eggs the size of ostrich eggs. The entrance to the walled city is at the top of large irregular stone steps not unlike the sides of a pyramid. The whip is cracked and the difficult task of transporting the fragile eggs in the carriage, up the steps, begins. I direct from the back of the carriage but it is Louise who controls the action. We get to the top and manage the carriage through small cobbled and irregular back streets. We have to deliver the faceless eggs to the right door although all the doors are unmarked.
