Saturday, November 8, 2008
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
My stoneware love(r)
Dear lump of clay,
It's been a while, hasn't it? I knew the summer would be long, but I didn't realize just how long that meant. It was no one's fault, really. You were certainly on mind. It seems that muscles forget even the most familiar movements, though. Do I love you? Do I hate you? How much of you have I forgotten? So many quirks and habits slipped right through my memory like sand through a sieve. It's like my hands forgot as the calluses wore off. We haven't spent as much time together this semester. Do you resent me for that? This time I have a life. I don't live in the studio anymore. Nevertheless, I hope we can spend much more time together. What I really hate is forgetting; confusion and feeling out of place. We'll get to know each other again, I hope. Preferably soon. The last day for working with wet clay is next week.
Baby, come back?
Anxiously awaiting your reply, Ali the Beilke
It's been a while, hasn't it? I knew the summer would be long, but I didn't realize just how long that meant. It was no one's fault, really. You were certainly on mind. It seems that muscles forget even the most familiar movements, though. Do I love you? Do I hate you? How much of you have I forgotten? So many quirks and habits slipped right through my memory like sand through a sieve. It's like my hands forgot as the calluses wore off. We haven't spent as much time together this semester. Do you resent me for that? This time I have a life. I don't live in the studio anymore. Nevertheless, I hope we can spend much more time together. What I really hate is forgetting; confusion and feeling out of place. We'll get to know each other again, I hope. Preferably soon. The last day for working with wet clay is next week.
Baby, come back?
Anxiously awaiting your reply, Ali the Beilke
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