This morning brought a three-hour session of improvisational sculpting at PIP Coffee & Clay. I broke some new ground by doing the heads of the larger-scale chess king and queen using pinch-pot technique rather than wheel-throwing for their heads. It seems a more intimate, tactile way to do portraiture.
B@PC&C…
Burrito veggie
Time slot wedgy
Avian friends made here
Water & coffee
Riffraff* roffy
Let’s make hist’ry dear
.
*Yours truly, author & sculptor. 🙂
some kisses were perfunctory
and merely punched a ticket
whilst others were spelunktory
bilingual and wicked
but in between were sacred blossoms
from orchid girl to duchess
as just as sheer as gossamer gossams
electrifying touches
.
her holiness of honeyed voice
still calls her now and then
she lives alone by fate and choice
but likes to chat of when
last century they had a time
and as she reminisces
a mountain goat resumes her climb
enfueled by sacred kisses
grandmother’s chanel number five
bludgeoned her grandson’s nose
and he blinked back tears when he hugged her
.
sixty years later
the grandson weeps for his grandmother
as more pieces of the puzzle of her click into place
.
it has become obvious
that as a tri-delt alumna she had desperately needed
to feel as though she were still in the game
the dog, a shepherd-chow mix, was plucked from the mundane reality of a cement-floored living room in the late 1990s and was suddenly hurtling through what appeared to the dog to be a featureless patch of sky. the dog’s brain translated the motion into a terrifying endless fall and he yelped and scrabbled at nothing. those who had captured him also had taken the volume of air he had inhaled, and they had surrounded the dog with an enormous volume of air of the same mix and pressure, mindful of the dog’s survival.
as the dog slowly calmed, the kidnappers performed endless scans and other tests on him, and soon they had enough of what they wanted to be able to return the dog to the living room from where they’d snatched him. they observed the household periodically thereafter while a genetically identical version of the dog was created and brought to maturity.
the original dog died two years and two months after his abduction. the observers watched passively as the family buried the dog in their back yard.
a few days later the family was sitting in their living room and heard a scratching sound at the front door.
In the fancy new
Restaurant surrounding him
With Luxury, Truth.
One with Clay, Image and Text 