011208
this isn’t finished. i’m waiting for the pot of beeswax to melt and then there will be some buttons probably. this is not the biggest one. yes, i made one *bigger*! gasp. (can’t photograph until daylight tomorrow, and then … maybe not anyway). and also, this is not what is really in my head, but it is what came out of my hands. i was trying to be more daring … and braver … but mostly i felt dull and stuck. simplicity and minimalism are the hardest things in the world. but they are *much* better than the hateful mess i began last night. the point is to keep covering up and adding more until you have the nothing you want? well, what do i know? anyway, i am trying …
weird day mostly. slept FAR too late, unusual for me. then after slacking a bit, starting the laundry, we decided to treat ourselves to lunch out. sometimes i get so tired of homeFood. so we went to The Orient, which has always been a favorite. inexpensive, authentic, etc. i ordered my usual veggie pad thai and my poet went for the tofu curry. all was well until suddenly a WIDESCREEN TV came on spouting INFOMERCIALS. i nearly shit. i DON’T go to eat at places with TV’s blaring (occasionally, when travelling, in some breakfast dive, it has happened, and seems a novelty, but not at HOME). my stomach started to twist. as we were the only customers, when our server brought our food, i asked if they could please turn it off. the owner zapped it off, but i thought she looked a little cranky about it. we ate. it wasn’t as good as in the past. my poet began a stomach ache and by the time we headed on to our errands, i also felt queasy. blech. then the clouds came in, which i thought i might be glad about, as the winter light is so harsh and white, but it only seemed depressing. i kept working on these new pieces until i felt OK with them. finally after some red wine and plain pasta with butter and parmesan, my stomach is a little better. i still have to write that check to the IRS. this was not the best saturday.