13.9.10

I’ve lost week  to deadline. That's just how it goes.
I dreamed of an old friend last night and got on to memories I have not thunk possibly ever.
Rely.
Relay in writing, I like that.

In high school art class there was a small yellow and gray streaked glasshouse off  to one side that sat out into a small light shaft. It was off-sight of the  art teachers so they had no clue to what was happening inside. You had the teachers buffaloed.
But now, thinking about it, that green house was a fishbowl to the cafeteria across the way.

A potters wheel was wedged between short bleachers of plants and supplies.  Preferring hand building, I was no good at throwing pots, they said, since the product was always too chunky and not elegant. But that didn’t keep me from trying. I was in the process of making, and a friend was ‘enhancing’. This friend was obviously in need of a something to focus on. He chose one of the still wet deep walled mugs and slowly, oh so carefully carved out niche in the the side and added chips of tiny mud, choosing any array of micro triangular, tubular and spherical pieces.  He worked so carefully it was scary, and so close his nose scraped the clay. When he was satisfied, he straighten up, and a with that since of dawning on his face that happens way too inoften, looked at me wide eyed and awestruck.
“It’s the universe Imploding.”
Whoa. 

It has been a wicked deja vu week.

11 comments:

  1. Very cool memory and story.

    Can't beat thinking about the "universe exploding!"

    Cheers!

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  2. neat thoughts...is that spaghetti shaped like a barrel of monkeys?

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  3. Ooops, I've changed that to 'imploding'...

    Asked like a true Dad, Brian, they are the real (plastic) kind.

    Yes, indeed!

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  4. does imploding hurt? wild. hey, like the new banner. i'd know your stuff anywhere.

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  5. Its wise to work carefully while the universe is Imploding.........

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  6. ...which of course leads to a new universe...

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  8. I've lost several weeks to deadline!

    Definitely wicked.

    That mixed paint? Or scrambled brains? Or maybe... maybe you're painting with brains! ;)

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